Last time my bicycle was stolen, I went to the police. I had borrowed a bike to get to the station.
'Good afternoon. My bicycle was stolen earlier today and..'
'I see you arrived here on bicycle. How did you get it?'
'My friend was so kind to lend me hers. Anyway, my bike was stolen where I work, which is at...'
'Where did you get your bike?'
'Huh?'
'Your bike! I am quite sure you stole it. Begone or I'll put you in custody while I check the origin of your bicycle.'
Louis leaves, part confused, part seething with rage.
Cop shouts 'Hah! Glad to see you run with your tail between your legs! Proves I was right, doesn't it!?'
*thank God I am white

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Pretence indeed. They searched you because you are British. On the scale of suspect foreigners, that is still alright. For a fun time with French coppers, try, say, a Bulgarian license plate. Or put on a bullet-proof vest and disguise yourself as an Arab or a Black.
Welcome to Latinistan, where 'frustrated little men with shiny uniforms', of some sort or another, forever manage to make people's lifes miserable. Oh well, all peoples get the cops they deserve. The UK has unarmed bobbies. The US trigger-happy pigs. France little fascists with flashy uniforms.
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