So I’m at Starbucks, behind a cop waiting for his double mocha-frappa-hoohaa. His tie is a little askew so the baristas, who clearly know him, start giving him a hard time about it, saying it looks like a clip-on, ha ha ha. Schoolyard-bullying (of a man with a loaded gun). He goes along with it and then yanks it off completely. Velcro! Oh then the name-calling really begins.
And then he explains that the last thing a cop wants around his neck is a built-in noose.
Duh. Laughing stopped.
You gotta think this was learned the hard way after some cop-on-bad-guy fracas, somewhere.
Apologies to ZZ Top.