"It Takes All Sorts"

This maxim comes to me at times, especially in an attempt to reconcile some unpleasant experience to my chosen (beneficent) view of humanity.
Last weekend we were hiking and camping among ferns and hemlock trees, boulders, streams with evidence of beavers, grand beeches and maples.
Upon returning to our well-utilized and sporty vehicle, we were approached by a ranger in a pickup truck. He stepped out in a ponderous way i took to be self-consciously officious and proceeded to saunter circuitously toward us, as though still refining his strategy.
The interrogation began. Had we had any problems? Had we seen any other hikers? Had we seen anyone else camping? Are we sure we didn't have any problems?
'Okay buddy, get to the point: which inane regulation do you imagine we are willfully and maliciously violating?'
So went my thoughts, and the false amiability on my face may have added little to anyone's comfort.
Just then he interrupted himself to say "Funding has been pretty scarce lately and we're just trying to justify our existence, so it's nice to know when people are using and enjoying the park."
You could have knocked me over by waving a fern. Such a frank admission! In my view that's all a human being in a government uniform is ever trying to do, unless some intense situation calls forth his or her heroic nature. ...Which is of course the only thing that would (almost) entice me to put up with poor pay and being generally disliked by the remainder of humanity.
It takes all sorts, and this time i felt a glow of kinship to the big fella.