I accidentally made a cop get mad at me once at an airport. My car beeps rapidly when it is left on and the doors shut with no one in them. While dropping someone off, it beeped loudly and I said "oh god it's gonna explode!" Without realizing a cop was a few feet away from me.
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The kicker is when your meeting your friend Jack, and yell a greeting...
But those S.S. omfg!
At a public service job, I politely listened to this jerk spiel half an hour bout brilliant you tube videos on beating speeding tickets by insisting your names all caps, on multiple occasions.
Then one time, I politely asked him to move 5 feet (was needed to continue, safety reasons). He would not, even as dozens of displaced customers also tried rational appeals. After 30 min a bus showed up and he just went and left on it.
I never saw him post covid, I frequently hope he died of his irrationality, one of very few people I feel such for. Or maybe he moved into the abandoned (prairie winter, squatting, no power or water lol) school with the Queen of Canada and company.
Speaking of tQoC, it would be fun to show up for a bit, just to Role-Play:
"Please allow me to introduce myself... I come to offer a potential marriage alliance with fair Carcossa! If you might just read this document describing the history of their king..."
"Tata mum! 'Eres your powdered eggs, as you like em, lightly poached in an 'erb broth! (tQoC: Really?) Nah!!! Their fried."
"At your command I will go get flashlight batteries, your majesty, but have you had time to consider my additional honours? Sir Dr Marquis Earl Viscount of Spusm sounds so much the better with a Baron and Royal Keeper of the Swans for good measure"
Later at local store, S.S. walks out (again) without paying ("on account old boy!")
Shopkeeper, armed, yells "Give me the money or your fucking dead!"
S.S.(audible sigh)"That's give me the money or your fucking dead, MY LORD!"