Late one afternoon I was walking our dog (65lb poodle) through the walking trails in the green belt near our house. It was a pleasant afternoon and both the dog and I were enjoying the quiet and solitude.
My reverie was shattered by someone saying "good afternoon" from close behind me... I could not believe someone could sneak up on us so quietly. I turned and found one of the local polizi on a bicycle had coasted up behind me (I suspect this is a sort of bicycle cop joke) without being noticed.
Anyway, after jump-starting my pacemaker, we chatted for a few minutes... he turned out to be a nice young man.... finally he got ready to ride off...
REVENGE TIME!! I realized he didn't have a magazine in his Glunk. With an ever so bland expression I asked if his department had a policy prohibiting offciers from carrying magazines in their pistol.
He immediately slapped his hand to the butt of his pistol... and sure enough no magazine. He muttered something about having to get going and rode away
A few minutes later I walked by his parked car and noticed him putting a magazine in his mag carrier (assume he had loaded a spare on the way to the car) and was replacing the one that had fallen out in his car in the carrier.
It sure was a good dog walk that day.... both of us got a laugh... just at different times.
V/r
Chuck