That time I went to an outdoors street show festival and 3 normal looking people pretended to be from the government and stole a whole bunch of cheese.
It was day 2 of the festival. People were waking up, crawling out of their tents, and shuffling toward the public showers. Little kiosks had already sprung to life, offering coffee, pastries, and — you guessed it — cheese. This was France, after all. Aurillac, for those who know.
Everything felt right. The sun was shining, people were chatting, and the mood was easy and happy.
Then, out of nowhere, two guys and a girl — mid-20s, dressed like everyone else in casual summer clothes — walked up to the cheese kiosk. They told the vendors that due to the summer heat, selling cheese was a health risk, permit or not. They weren't there to discuss it. They were aggressive, dismissive of any pushback, and proceeded to confiscate every last piece of cheese into their big cooler box.
The crowd booed. Nobody budged.
I watched them walk away with hundreds of dollars worth of delicious cheese while dozens of festival-goers had their morning ruined by what I can only call the cheese police.