Yeah, they don't tend to have a sense of hu,mour about stuff like that - and I can see why, so they ought to practise what they preach,
Shame, there probably was a time when people could share a joke with a copper...
Once when I was young and foolish abd had hair down to my waist, I was walking back from a late party when some plain clothes drugs squad officers decided that I fitted their druggie profile/stereotype.
They approached me and said that they wanted to search me to see if I was carrying drugs. I think I annoyed them when I demanded to see identification on the grounds that might either be villains wanting to rob me, or perhaps they just wanted to 'cop a feel' (pun intended)!
They showed me their id and were then about to search me when one asked if I was carrying any dangerous drugs. I said that I certainly
was, an admission which caused great excitement among them!
They searched through my pockets, but all they could find was a wallet and a half empty bottle of vodka. They were annoyed that nothing else was there and demanded to know where the dangerous drugs were. I pointed at the vodka bottle and asked if they knew how many people died from alcohol abuse every year!
The senior officer got a major strop on and said that alcohol was not an illegal drug. I replied that if there were any sense to the law then either alcohol should be illegal, or all drugs should be legal since none of the illegal ones are as dangerous as booze!
An interesting discussion ensued during which the police officer declared that he wasn't the slightest bit interested in morality, or in the welfare of people who took drugs or drank themselves to death; all he cared about was enforcing the law. If he caught his own son in possession of any illegal drug, then he would be happy to arrest him and for him to end up doing time. I told him that I thought it was a pity that he felt like that ...
And then I said that I was tired and had a long way to walk home, so would they mind if I went on my way? They let me go, and turned towards their car. At which point I called after them and asked if they would mind giving me a lift home?
Surprisingly, they obliged!
while I wait for my boss to come and pick me for a works (and some other friends) outing to the American Diner on the A64. It's "All-you-can-eat pork products buffet" night....
(Literally!) 
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