You Looking to Score?

Scene: Standing on the corner, yawning with my hands in my pockets. Sketchy looking dude slides up next to me.

Dude: Yo, man. You looking to score?

Me: Huh?

Dude:  You looking to score?

Me: What score?

Dude:  Are you looking to score, man?

Me: Score, like- drugs?

Dude: What, are you a cop?

Me: Yes. I'm a cop that stands on the corner waiting for drug dealers to approach me. I'm the laziest narcotics agent on the force.

Dude: Do you want anything or not?

Me: I hadn't considered it, what do ya got?

Dude: Gack, weed, anything, what do you need?

Me: I don't really need anything, I was just wondering what was on the menu. By the way- do I look  like a junkie? Because if i'm not, this is kind of insulting.

Dude: You're wasting my time.

Me: Did I flag down your shopping cart? Did I call your 1-800 number? It could be argued that you are wasting my time.

Dude: Fucking pig, I knew it.

Me: (speaking into wrist) Tango Yankee Whiskey Niner, we've been made! Abort sting operation! I repeat, abort operation "Stand on the Corner and Don't Look Like a Cop!"

Dude: Dick.