There was a street survival seminar that six of us attended in Myrtle Beach, S. C.. One evening after class we all decided to go out to eat. We went to a Japanese steak house.
We were seated all on one side of the table, which was also the grill. There was another table directly in front of us. The people at that table had finished their meal and were sitting around finishing their drinks. One man in their party had too much to drink. He was loud and his friends could not keep him quiet.
The drunk took a long look at the six of us as we walked in and sat down. He focused his attention on my former partner, who is a retired Marine and wears his hair in a very close cut flat top. The drunk just could not let this go by without saying something.
He made several loud statements like, "Hey, get a load of him, he ain't got no hair!" At first, we just tried to ignore him, but he kept it up. His friends tried to get him to stop but he wouldn't listen to them.
He said a couple more things and one of his friends said, "You better quit before they decide to call the Police on you."
We didn't plan it but almost as one person we all reached into our pockets and pulled out our badges. We all held our badges out and said, "We don't have to call anybody, we are the Police!"
The drunk just sat there for a minute trying to figure out what was happening. Before he could say anything his friends jumped up and grabbed him then pulled him out of the restaurant. They kept saying, "We'll get him out of here, officers. He's just drunk. He does not mean any harm."
After they were gone, we all had a good laugh. Often Police Officers feel like they can't even go to a restaurant because someone will start something. It was nice for once to have the last laugh.
by R.L. Dettwiler