Apparently, I strongly resemble a police officer around here who used to do (or still does) undercover narc work.
“Hey, I know you. You’re a cop, right?”
“Nope.”
“Uh…ahem…OK. I gotcha. I never asked.”
:dubious:
I swear this has happened to me 3 or 4 times since I’ve lived here.
Do you like donuts?
Isn’t that when you’re supposed to say “yeah” and mutter something about providing “protection” at the usual rates?
Sometimes I’ll say, “Nah. Got any dope to sell?”
I think I would take that as a compliment. There certainly are worse things to be.
You sport a flattop? I do and I’ve had people say similar things to me.
Just say, “Empty your pockets”, and take whatever drugs you find. Tell them that you’re doing them a favor by not busting them.
I have a similar experience- at least half a dozen times people have thoguht I was undercover store security following them around- one lady even semi-cussed me out, telling me she isn’t a fucking thief, I’m wasting my time watching her, etc. Weird, so I can empathize.
You are physically fit and have short hair. I got this all the time while I was a soldier.
The cop he is being mistaken for did undercover narc work. Maybe he looks like a crackhead. But it’s not polite to ask so I wouldn’t bring it up if I were you.
I actually had one guy go a bit further and explain that there is an actual narc officer hereabouts who, according to him, bears an uncanny physical resemblance to me. I guess I have a twin. I do have short hair, but I’m not particularly physically fit. I’m not a lump o’ lard, but I’d hardly say I’m all ripped.
Just wait to take them until they’re not looking, otherwise that’s a dead giveaway. 
I owned a 1968 Plymouth Fury I ex LA sheriff’s car. Painted ugly orange. I was on Pacific Coast Highway waiting to turn onto Topanga Cyn Blvd to head home. Seated right next to me (in the center part of the bench seat) is Anna the Swedish babe of my high school. Anna it should be mentioned could have been a member of the Swedish bikini team. Anna was still in her bikini as we had just left the beach.
A hippie walking up the side of the road, looks over at us and says in a very loud voice
PIG
Cracked us both up.
Why do you hang out with the same people that narc cops hang out with?
shrug Why not?
Dear Og. There’s an official website. With books and videos.
[sub]I am never going to tell my cousins Linda, Ingrid and Erika about this.
But I just might order the DVD.[/sub]
That’s happened to me many times, most of them were hookers though.
About 6 weeks ago, we had a big forest fire in my county, and I was out directing traffic as part of the rescue squad. Mind you, I was dressed as a stereotypical EMT, and had an orange vest on that said “FIRE/RESCUE”…
One lady came up to my roadblock and got out her driver’s license to hand it to me.
“What’s that for?”
“Don’t you want to check it?”
“No ma’am. I’m a fireman, not a cop.”
Every hooker I’ve ever seen asked me if I was a cop. I’m pretty sure it’s SOP.
The porn-stache I had going when my student ID photo got taken, along with my short haircut at the time makes me look quite copish. My little brother keeps trying to convince me to sign up for police academy. But I don’t think I have it in me to act that dominant when pulling someone over…
That’s all we need, Ogre, a narc spying on dopers.