(Several friends and I often LARP in the evenings in an empty lot behind a strip mall, which has some restaurants that are frequented by police officers from the nearby department. Sometimes, if they aren’t busy, the officers will get food to go, sit in their cars, and watch us play. One night we are playing alone when a police car drives up with its lights on, and the officers get out and approach us.)
Friend: “Hi, officers! Is something wrong?”
Officer: “Not unless you’ve seen anyone else around here tonight.”
Friend: “Nope, just us. Why?”
Officer: “We got a call from someone driving by who said they saw ‘rival gangs’ out here trying to kill each other with swords. We thought it was probably you guys, but of course we had to check it out.”
(We all kind of look at our ‘swords’ in confusion, since they’re basically pool noodles cut down and wrapped around sticks, and would be hard to mistake for real swords.)
Me: “So do we need to leave?”
Officer: “Nah, y’all are fine. We have to keep patrolling now, so call us if you come across any sword-wielding gangsters.”
(That was the first and only time anyone ever had a problem with us playing there. The whole department must have been talking about that call, though, since from then on any officers who watched us play would ask if we’d found those sword-wielding gangsters yet!)