I'd had a letter from the police...
Due to me being witness to a crime. On the top of the letter was the Met badge et al. The letter went in my wallet and was forgotten about.

Some time later my (huge as in tall and broad) friend and I were going to get royally plastered. We chose a bad pub to be in if it kicked off, and all knew it. Four pints of guinness ordered (two to be poured during the drinking of the first two) and I opened my wallet to pay. Mr barkeep spotted the letterhead and asks if we were police.

Simultaneously;
Me "No!"
Friend "Yes!"

A moment later;
Me "Yes!"
Friend "No!"

Barkeep; "Well, have these on me before you decide."
( Blind Meach Cautiously optimistic, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 15:00, 7 replies)

Hahaha! That's brilliant, that is.
This QOTW is already a mile better than the last.
( Dervel OTBC, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 15:14, closed)

Thanks!
I dread to think how far I could have gotten away with things if I had the cajones.
( Blind Meach Cautiously optimistic, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 15:33, closed)

He's not a real policeman
He's just had too much coffee
(The Incredible Sulk Finally remembered his password on, Sun 15 Aug 2010, 1:01, closed)

YES!
Black Books! Great episode, that!

*slams down on a chair*

o.O

... "Sat on myself.."
(MrNorm, Mon 16 Aug 2010, 10:29, closed)

I Like This
Click for dodgy boozers.
(ConanTroutman thought we would free the vulture, Sun 15 Aug 2010, 20:35, closed)

*click*
for dodgy boozers and quick-thinking barpersons.
(WillI'mNot logs in twice a year, every year, Mon 16 Aug 2010, 15:22, closed)

Sadly, as the answer implies,
I wasn't the sharpest tool in the box that night!
Cheers though.
( Blind Meach Cautiously optimistic, Tue 17 Aug 2010, 15:31, closed)