Cap Mandrake
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Joined: 11/15/2002 From: Southern California Status: offline
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ORIGINAL: Mynok You know, these last pages smack suspiciously of planning. Surely not! Quite possibly, you may have cross-posted in the wrong thread. Don't worry, it can happen to the best of us. So last night, I almost got arrested again by the OC Sheriff Dept. I am beginning to be more empathetic toward street people and the underclasses (though I still won't vote for a Democratic..I just won't). Anyway, so I am just having a family evening watching BBC Life (the Attenborough version not the one with Oprah...OMG what in the Hell were they thinking?..by ra way..my son went to 4 stores to find me the Attenborough version for a birthday present). The theater surround sound is cranked up and we are watching this rhinocerous beetle throw off his rivals from a tree 80 ft up (absolutely brilliant television, by ra way) and the dogs start barking like crazy. After the usual "SHUT UP" and other advanced dog-whisperer strategies I get up and decide to go out front to shoo off the rabbits or whatever other outrage is driving the dogs nuts. I open the door and stride out purposefully onto the walkway and almost plow into the bigger of the two Sheriff deputies. "Oh sorry, have you guys been here long?" "Yeah, we been pounding at the door." <he "politely" leaves off "ass hole"> "What's going on?" Note that in times gone by the conversation might have started, "Good evening sir, Deputy X, Orange County Sheriff..." blah, blah, blah. Not any more. Immediatley the suspect is assumed to be a gutter-borne POS. I Respond, "Nothing, we were just watching television." "Television?", he asks dismissivley. "Yeah, television." "And before that?" "Hmmm, before that I think we ate dinner." "Dinner?" Another patrol car pulls up, now a third. "Yeah, dinner, the evening meal." A note of familiarity pushes to the front of my brain. I can see where this is going. "Hey, wait, what adddress are you guys looking for?" "Fourteen, is this fourteen?" I shake my head no and point up the street to the $10,000 mailbox. "Oh, sorry", says the big guy.............
< Message edited by Cap Mandrake -- 1/8/2011 7:19:36 AM >
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