About a decade ago, my wife and I briefly (Thank the Lord!) lived in Philadelphia. One day, while my wife was teaching her class of 7th grade hooligans, I was waiting for a bus down by city hall so I could meet her at the end of the school day. A drag queen was hanging out in front of a building across the street, and was telling everybody who walked by that he was an undercover member of the Philly police force.
Um, not anymore, "dude!"
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