I Ain't Five-Oh

So, I'm walking down the street in what I knew as the Combat Zone when I was here in 1988. Now it's Chinatown, and nothing but, but there's still a few guys on the street who are just plain tough. Guy walks toward me, raises his eyebrows and just says, "What's up, officer?"

Maybe I need to get some more stylish clothes. Or a McDonald's uniform.