Actually I was once. I had recently returned from overseas after serving with the Peace Corps for three years and was hitch-hiking across country to get back to my home (New York to Colorado).
I was just outside Cincinnati and was picked up by a policeman who rather biligerantly asked me for identification. I had no drivers license since I had been on a small island for better than two years, so I showed him my passport issued me by the Peace Corps. He took a look at it and his whole attitude changed. He politely said, “Agency?”
At that time, the Peace Corps was a member of the Action Agency so I said, “Yes” thinking he meant that agency although I had never heard it referred to that way, but I had been out of the country for some time, so I didn’t know.
He then asked, “What’s up?” and I think I said nothing much or something similar and he said something to the effect that he realized that I probably couldn’t talk about it. As I remember I may have said something to the effect of, “really?”
He then asked if he could take me anywhere to help out. I told him that the freeway interchange on the other side of town would be nice and he asked if that would be near a certain cafe and I didn’t know so I said, “yes.” He nodded knowingly.
He drove me there, most of the time with lights flashing (which scared the heck out of me) and mentioned that after he got out of the Marine Corps he considered the “Agency” but decided against it. I said I enjoyed it a great deal but it was pretty challenging at times. He said he would bet it would be. When we got to the interchange near the freeway, he dropped me off and pointed out where the cafe in question was. He then said, “Semper Fi” and saluted me.
I was so confused that when I stopped and stayed with some friends about two days later and told my story, they explained that the “Agency” was shorthand for the CIA. They looked at my passport and called in a neighbor who apparently had been in military intelligence during the war in Viet Nam. He also looked at my passport and he said my passport seemed very similar to the ones the CIA used to issue.
So somebody thought that a hippy long-haired looking guy looked like a member of the CIA, I guess.