RAF Valley, late 70s, Amateur Hour TACEVAL in progress. Flt Lt Fortissimo is on control of entry duties for Ops bdg, clutching a broom handle with 'CPX RIFLE' written on it. Whole area festooned with white tape marking 'CPX (insert category of just about everything you might need in war..)'. Cue the arrival of OC Ops, a poisonous git even on a normal day.
Flt Lt F eschews normal bushy-top tree inspired shouted challenge, and opts instead for "May I see your ID please, Sir?"
PG: "Don't you know who I am?"
F: "Yes, Sir."
PG: "So why do you need to see my ID?"
F: "Been told to check everyone's ID, no exceptions, Sir"
PG: (Sneers...) "And why do you think that might be, lad?"
F: "Well, you might be an inflatable replica, Sir."
Uncontrolled explosion followed, but it was worth the 3 extra SDOs just to see the look on his face and admire the funny purple colour it went!
