So I’m sitting here, enjoying a quiet Friday night with “Ghostbusters” on the tube, when I see somebody with a flashlight coming up the walk. Okay – deep sigh – it’s the neighbors across the drive. Not bad folks, but they’re like Homer Simpson to my Ned Flanders. They always need to borrow SOMETHING.
Ah, but to my surprise when I open the door, there stands a county deputy! I ask him how I can help. and he says they have a call for a domestic at my house. Yes – here! Somewhat stunned, I explained that the only people here are me, the dog, and 10 cats, and my wife is at work at the Wal-Mart in town. I then told him that if he could explain how we could have an argument across the intervening 10+ miles, I’d gladly play along!
He just … stares for a couple seconds, blinks twice, then suggests it might be the folks across the drive (who have indeed had a couple domestic … let’s say “situations”), and proceeds over there without another word. He chatted with them for a bit, then headed STRAIGHT to his cruiser (an SUV, actually), and drove off without ever coming back to talk to me.
Something tells me I will once again be the talk of the station house ……..
A Windy City boy, lost in rural Ohio, just shooting the breeze.
These days, you gotta be lucky that you weren’t tasered, shot or chocked.
In LA that enconter with the PD would net you at least $1.4 Million in a civil suit.
Ah, so that’s how I actually access a website, and count as a visit and a view. This new WordPress video game is more fun than Pixels. Of course root canal work is more fun that an Adam Sandler movie. 😳
Cute post John. Did you inform the distaff half when she returned?