When I was on Shore Patrol back in the seventies, me and a 1st Class who had the nickname "Cookieman" (Who also happened to be my boss and probably 20 years my senior) got chased by an irate transvestite with a knife! He ran, so I turned and ran too. I have no idea what it was pissed off about, but it was screaming something at us in Italian. So we ran for a block or two laughing as we ran, then stopped to catch our breath.
While we were standing there, Cookieman had his hands on his knees, panting, and looked at me with a big grin and said "She looked like Grandma but talked like Grandpa..."
I laugh at that to this day...