Place of Action - USA
An officer from the Drug Administration came to us yesterday at the farm: “I must inspect the drug cultivation.”
I replied, “No problem, just don’t go into that field.”
The officer exploded straight: “Mr. With me is the power of the Federal Government!” The superstitious officer put it in his back pocket, pulled a badge out of it and struck it in my face. "Do you see that scratch? This icon means that I can go wherever I like... on any earth! No questions or reports!! Am I clearly expressed? You understood!?" and
I polite, apologized and went to my business. A few minutes later I heard loud screams, looked at and saw an officer from the Office running to save his life. And he was pursued by a healthy, old, unwelcome bullshit... With every step the bull pursued the officer, and it seemed that he would hardly have time to get to a safe place until he was stunned. The officer was in pure horror.
I dropped my tools, rushed to the hustle and shouted in all the power of my lungs:
The "Your sign! Show him your fuck sign!"