One of the burdens of office of the small town mayor was his brother in-law, a fellow who liked to throw his or rather, his in-law’s political weight around. The mayor had instructed his policemen and other city officials to treat him just like they would any other taxpayer.

The brother-in-law got a ticket for overtime parking. He immediately descended in fury on police headquarters, waving the ticket and sputtering, „Hey, do you know who I am?”

The desk sergeant surveyed him calmly, picked up his phone and dialed the mayor’s office. „Tell the mayor,” he said to the secretary, „that his brother-in-law is down here and can’t remember his own name again.”