I was reminded, once again, of a co-worker's funny story.
In the early 80's, my friend was a cop in San Francisco. To make extra bucks, he took a night watchman job at the Burger King on Market Street (yeah, THAT place!) One night, a homeless man came in and became loud and unruly. My friend forcibly grabbed him by the shoulder and spun him around. The homeless man's arm detached and came off. While my friend looked at the arm in surprise, the homeless man clocked him in the face with his other fist. The brawl ended up on TV and embarrassed the police department. Turned out the detachable arm was a prosthetic. The homeless man was a veteran of Iwo Jima.
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