My wife works at the local Hallmark. When I went to pick her up, her co-workers told me they wish I had been there to kick some ass yesterday.
A disreputable biker-type couple were rudely harassing a neatly dressed black woman who was standing at the counter trying to make a purchase. They were telling her to quit bulldogging them.
It turns out the neatly dressed black woman was a sheriff's deputy, and she was, in fact, keeping an eye on the crack ho' bitch, who was looking at the Harley Davidson collectables. Apparently her relationship with them included some professional contact.
The scuzzy, flea-bitten, biker-type boyfriend was making threats, that, had I been there, might have resulted in some entertainment.
Sometimes, I sorely miss working in the entertainment industry.
While I don't much like the idea of the po-po bird-dogging members of the public, I remember the days when the police were called "peace officers" and they would openly encourage known troublemakers to keep moving along.