When i first joined thre police department one of the senior sergeants I worked with took me out to lunch while we were on duty. After we had finished eating I went to the bathroom because I had to go #2, but when I was all done I noticed with horror that they had run out of toilet paper. I looked desperately around the room for anything that would serve as a substitute, but the closest I came was an extension cord coiled up in the corner. My socks were not an option because my shirt-stays were snapped onto them and they were thus a necessary part of my uniform. Finally, I radioed my sergeant who was still sitting out in the restaurant. Our conversation went something like this:
Me: Uhhh... 728... 723.
Sarge: (Chuckling) Go ahead 728
Me: Ummm... I don't have the necessary paper work in here.
Sarge: 10-4 728 (Pause with more chuckling) I'll expedite!
Me: Thanks 723!
LAKE CHAMPLAIN
THOSE WHO LIVE IN VERMONT, AS ME AND MINE DO, HOLD THE EASTERN SHORE IS THE BETTER OF THE TWO, BUT EVEN WE CONCEDE NEW YORKERS HAVE THE BETTER VIEW
3 comments:
Your mama didn't raise no fool!
I needed a good laugh today. Thanks. Glad I finally got around to looking up your blog.
Funny! I knew police officers had all the fun. Donuts and coffe AND easy ways to get toilet paper without leaving one's seat. Now if only he had brought in coffee and a donut with the toilet paper...
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