Two police officers strut into the office of the Wayside Tavern!
[Here we go again] thinks Mine Host, seeing the determined look on the faces of the police officers, a look somewhat remniscent of that adopted by dogs when their dinner bowl is interfered with by a possum.
"There's two members of the Rebels in your bar!" ejaculates one of the officers.
"Er... how interesting" says Mine Host, stifling a yawn.
"What will you do to rectify this situation?" demands that other officer.
"What situation?" says Mine Host, affecting yet another yawn.
"Well....Outlaw motorcycle gang members shouldn't be in here!" stammered the first officer.
"Are they wearing club 'colours'?" enquires Mine Host.
"Er.... no, but you shouldn't be letting them in here!"
"Why ever not? If they're not wearing 'colours' how on earth am I to know they are members of an Outlaw motorcycle gang?"
"Am I supposed to spend all day gazing at every person who enters, to see if they 'look like' they may be members of an outlaw bikie gang? In fact officer, what does an 'Outlaw-bikie-in-mufti' look like?" (I lost the coppers with the word 'mufti')
"Should I insult every last stranger with intrusive questions about their possible affiliation with bikie gangs?"
"Er...... .... Um.... "
The two police officers left, with a facial expression resembling that adopted by a dog that has tail between legs.