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.
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