Got a call of a discon at a restaurant, rowdy patron refusing to leave. My partner and I get there and they got the guy outside. I start talking to him and surprise! He's hammered. During his drunken, nonsensical, expletive laced diatribe, the perp pulls the old "do you know who I am" routine. Then he grows quite the pair and says "go ahead, arrest me" and puts his hands behind his back sarcastically. During this time my partner comes back, gives me the nod, and we hook him. The best part of all this is that subsequent search of his person produces a nice little bindle of coke. Here's a tip: Don't dare a cop to arrest you when you have coke in your pocket, because you might turn a little disorderly conduct into a Felony.