When the cop was off duty, he often hung around bars in the seedier parts of town, listening to rumors and trying to get a sense of what was going on.
One evening a quite stunningly beautiful lady walked in and ordered a drink.
The cop watched her, fascinated that such a comely, well dressed woman would be in a dive like this.
She seemed to notice his stare; she turned and came over to where he sat.
“Can I buy you a drink?” she asked, her azure gaze holding his eyes as though her were hypnotized.“S-s-s-sure!” he stammered, not believing his luck. She was gorgeous!
Just then the bartender snorted, “Hey, buddy, that’s no lady!” and laughed out loud.
“What?!?” the cop asked, confused.
“Like I said. That’s no lady. He’s not a woman, either!” the bartender said.
The cop’s face turned a deep red as his anger rose. “Why, you… I oughta run you in!” he growled at the “lady”.
“For what?” he/she answered, “I haven’t done anything illegal, have I?”
“For male fraud!” was the cop’s reply. (By Clynch Varnadore)