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09/02/15
The Police In My Driveway
So, as I approach my house, I see the police in the alley. Being as it is the end of a long shift; and not feeling the need to add “Felonious Eluding,” to my record, much less just plain too dang tired to try, I follow the officers instructions and park my car in my driveway. I knew it was bad news when I saw that it was the same officer that arrested me, when Thor shot me. It got worst. Thor was perched on the officers shoulder.
The officer asked me if I had any weapons, to which I replied, “I'm a little gassy, but 'no' otherwise.”
The officer, annoyingly, handed me a bag, filled with super-balls. On top of the bag, was a freshly washed pair of BVD's. When the officer caught me looking at the BVD's, he uttered, “Mrs Johnson asked me to tell you that the BVD's across the windshield on her Saturn, was getting a little old.” And handed me the bag. I remove the drawers and handed the bag back to the officer. He looked at me and said, “I don't want these.” I looked at Thor, who was still sitting on the officers shoulder, as did the officer. He caught the idea and took the bag back and we parted ways.
I took my medication, fed Thor. And went to bed.
This afternoon when I got up, I found the same bag, missing several balls. I'm going to work.
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