Many years ago, we had a knock on the door on a sunday morning. It was the police, returning my dads stolen car.
We hadn’t realised it had been stolen, being early sunday morning. It was just that my dad was a special (so he could ride in the police motorcycle enduro team) and one of the coppers had recognised the reg and a local scumbag driving it.
Not that much relevance to the above, but thought I’d share!
My friend was caught drink driving, pissed as a fart, his dads a copper n they have a fairly unusual last name. The officer who stopped him recognised the name, asked if he was related to so and so, he says “yeah its me dad” officer says “on your way lad, don’t do it again.”
It’s not what you know etc.