I bought a Chicago PD leather jacket about ten years ago and wore it from time to time. It saw a lot of service in the fall and spring for a couple years. It was my main leather jacket there for a while.
Since I wore it all the time I stopped thinking of it as a Chicago PD jacket and more as just my jacket, nothing special. It had the patches and everything but I forgot to notice after a while.
The first time I had an official Experience with it was when I was in line at the grocery store. I had to buy some donuts for the office, so there I am in line at the local Dominick's with the PD jacket on and a box of donuts in my hands, and the guy in line in front of me looks back and sees the jacket (and presumably the donuts) and says, "You go on ahead of me."
Huh, I think to myself. That's awful nice of him.
After I paid and was on my way back to my car it dawned on me. I guess he thought I was a cop. Hmmm.
The second time was pulling up to the local garage to get an oil change. I pull in and hop out, and the guy comes running up to me and says Hey, we have this commercial account that brings their trucks in here all the time or I'd squeeze you in right up front but I just can't right now, can you hang around for fifteen minutes? I'm right on it, I'll hook you up. Jeez, this place has great service, I thought. How nice of him to come out and... dammit, I have that jacket on again, don't I. Yup.
Another one was on the Eisenhower Expy. There was this Latino guy with a bunch of rattly shit in the back of his miserable pickup, and there was this one rusty piece of conduit that was kind of flapping around in the bed like it wasn't tied up right. I gave him a honk and pointed to the conduit. He must have thought I was pulling him over, he waved and pulled right the fuck over. I was like WTF? and then realized I must have had the Magic Jacket on again.
The last time I wore it this 4'10 Irish chick cop saw me standing in line at the newspaper stand buying an oatmeal cookie and threatened to book me for IMPERSONATING A POLICE OFFICER or I could cut the patches off RFN. Fine, let's cut the patches.
And this ends the saga of my life as a Chicago cop.