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Today's memory is about a 911 call I received ~ an anonymous call about hunters in a wooded area and marsh, next to a residential area. Brian, the officer in an adjoining sector, responded with me on the call. We parked our patrol cars near an unoccupied vehicle that we suspected might belong to the alleged hunters.
As Brian peered into the interior of the car with his flashlight, he said, "Uh-oh, it looks like they got one."
I braced myself, wondering what kind of dead animal would be in the back seat. Brian kept completely quiet as I walked around to the side of the car. I looked, and staring back at me was a Garfield plush toy with suction cups on its paws stuck to the rear passenger window.
Brian had a dry sense of humor ~ he always kept me laughing. By the way, we didn't find any hunters that night.
lol. They bagged a good fat one.
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ReplyDeleteOh ~ a fat one, indeed ~ a lasagna-eating one! Brian got me so many times, you'd think I'd learn...in a serious job, we managed to have a lot of laughs.
Hysterical!
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