My mate wasn't so lucky when he 'lost the head' with them. He went into his workplace in town for a quiet piss at about 3am on Friday night after his night out - needless to say he had drink taken.
Security got spooked and called the boys in blue, who frightened the bejesus out of him when he came out of the cubicle. He called them every name under the sun for joining him in the jacks.
When they got him outside, he continued to hurl abuse at which stage he was thrown to the deck, handcuffed, bailed into the squad and then zoomed to Pearse street for a night in the cells (in his suit - minus shoelaces

). This was followed by a day in court to have a reunion with the Garda in question. Got off of course but twas an expensive and embarrassing lesson when he had to explain to his boss the following day.