There are moments in life when you want the conversation to go in a completely different way.  Here’s a conversation I had at local police station while filing a report with a bank card fraud report with a handlebar-moustached officer:

Me:  Yeah, they must have scanned and copied my card.

Officer:  Uh huh.

Me:  I have no idea how they did it.

Officer:  Yeah, they’ll do that.

Me:  Okay, anything else I should do?

Officer:  Get rid of your ATM card.  Just use a credit card.  You idiot (implied).

Me:  Thanks, that’s good advice.  What else can I do?  Maybe grow a big stupid moustache?

Officer:  Huh?

Me:  A big stupid moustache,  Think I should grow one?  I mean – couldn’t hurt, right?

Why is it that even when they’re helping you, the police have a way of making you feel like they’re taking a crap in your mouth?  Is it me?  Do I just have a natural problem with authority?