Back when I worked as a nightclub DJ, it was easy to meet Green Berets, “Delta” members, Navy SEALs, former fighter pilots, CIA agents, and – my favorite – uncercover narcotics officers – at the bar. Especially around last call.
My favorite? One evening, a very aggressive little fella spent half an hour boasting about his physical prowess by the DJ booth (a gross misapplication of resources, if you catch my drift). Then a fight broke out. The bar’s staff – the bouncers and some of the bar staff – began moving toward the fight.
The little fella got up and joined them, telling people to move back or he’s arrest them, flashing a “badge” at bystanders, telling them – and at least one bouncer – that he’d arrest them if they interfered with him.
I got a quick look; it was a badge for County Sheriff’s Department SCUBA volunteer – basically about as official for purposes of arrest powers as Dwight Schrute’s Lackawanna County Reserve Sheriff’s Reserve uniform.
I pointed this out to the bouncers when the real police were on the way (as they were very often at that particular bar). The little fella scampered away like he’d heard there was a steroid sale at GNC.
Anyway – it’s nothing new. It’s just that some people get more into the game than others.