Like one afternoon a couple of years ago after a long day at work I noticed the neighbors across from me were having a little get-together. A few people stood out on the balcony and as I trudged up the stairs to my apartment I noticed their door was open and the smell of pot was pouring out.
No sooner had I arrived at my door than their door quickly slammed shut.
I would have paid money to have been a fly on their wall when they saw the "cop" walking up the stairs. Hehehe...
Or the time my kids had to be in daycare, and when I went to pick them up the other kids were wondering why the police officer was taking away Amanda and Brandon. It's really a shame we don't carry handcuffs.
Seeing the look on their faces then would have been priceless.
Or the time I ran into Wal Mart to grab a frozen meal to take to work with me and some douchebag dad was berating his kid in the middle of the aisle. Right after he swatted him on the back of the head we made eye contact and for a brief second, the most awesome look of dread spread across his face.
I never say anything in response to these occasions, I just let them have their mini-panic attacks then let them figure it out on their own.
The joy I feel during those brief seconds, when you know they think they're doomed (or that their friends are on their way to the clink), is enough to make my heart smile at what dumb fucks people (the adults, not the kids!) can be.
***Update for Timothy Bowen who wanted a pic of the uniform. Here it is in most of its glory...oh yay.