A DEA agent pulls up to a Texas ranch and tells an old rancher,
“I’m here to inspect your land for illegally grown drugs.”
The rancher shrugs. “That’s fine—just don’t go into that field,” he says, pointing.
The agent loses it.
“Sir, I have federal authority.”
He whips out his badge like it’s a magic talisman.
“See this badge? It means I can go anywhere I want, on any land, no questions asked. Am I clear?”
The rancher nods politely, apologizes, and goes back to work.
Minutes later, the rancher hears screaming.
He looks up to see the DEA agent sprinting for his life, with a massive Santa Gertrudis bull right behind him—closing the gap fast.
The agent is panicking. The bull is not slowing down.
The rancher drops his tools, runs to the fence, and yells:
“SHOW HIM YOUR BADGE!” 
