Tom P.:
which reminds me of what happened to me some years back. I leave the
house one morning, walk over to the car in the driveway and this police
car suddenly drives up and surrounds me...

Okay, now I have to repost this story as told by the late Graeme Thomas,
who posted it in 2004 in another newsgroup. Since it involves passports,
it's even on-topic for the thread:

| I suspect that my worst entanglement with authority happened in France,
| about 15 years ago. I was again travelling with my brother, who is my
| identical twin. The French border guard, noting that our passports were
| almost identical, came to the conclusion that at least one of them was a
| forgery. He summoned a junior guard, and instructed her to keep us
| under armed guard while he phoned in the arrest of these criminals.
|
| The guard lowered her gun as soon as her boss left us, and, laughing,
| advised us not to worry. "He's always doing something like this," she
| said.[1] A couple of minutes later he came slinking back to us,
| returned our passports, and said "You're twins, huh?"[2] The woman
| almost ROFLed.
...
| [1] The conversation was in French.
| [2] In English.

--
Mark Brader "I don't see much sense in that."
Toronto "No, there isn't. But there was *going* to be
when I began it. It's just that something
happened to it on the way." --A.A. Milne

My text in this article is in the public domain.