P1na: , but they did raise an important issue: my eyes were of a different color on the ID picture.
Which was black and white. I never answer, I just stared at the couple and they went away.
That's hilarious! But at least they went away (probably after realizing that they had been stupid).
But actually, compared to other nations, the police is quite relaxed here most of the time (outside of riots and such, but who wouldn't be tense in the presence of hordes of hooligans). Sometimes they are a bit nitpicky, but I never felt threatened by the police. I even got away with a drivers license without a picture (I accidentally had put the license in the washing machine) in a car that was not mine and whose owner I only knew by first name. ...
It played out roughly like this:
"Driver's license and papers please." 'Sorry, don't have any papers for the car. But here's my license.'
"Hm. You are not really recognizable on the picture. (which was missing) Any other ID?" 'Sure' (handed him my ID card which had suffered the same fate and was overexposed anyhow)
(sarcastic) "Alright. At least the pictures match. You're not recognizable on either of them. And no papers?" 'No.'
"So whose car is it?" 'It's the car of the mistress of my dad.'
"Name?" 'Christine'
"Last name?" 'No idea'
"Can we contact her somehow?" 'Nope, she and my dad went somewhere and didn't tell me where'
-awkward pause-
"Ah, well. Can you come on Monday to the precinct and show us the papers for the car?" 'Sure thing'
"Alright then. Drive on and have a nice evening. And get those pictures fixed."