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And Then The Cops Showed Up
My complicated relationship with law enforcement.
Yesterday I looked out the office window and said, “Why is there a cruiser in the driveway?”
I took a few steps to the right and looked out the window of the bark room, where Hershey was absolutely losing her mind, and said, “Why are there two cruisers in the driveway?”
By the time I turned around, they were already in the waiting room, their hands on their guns. Since I work in a law office, it’s not unheard of for a cop to stop by from time to time. But they’re not usually in pairs and they don’t usually fan out like these two were doing.
“We had a hang up 911 call from here,” the red-headed one with the mustache said. He recited the last four numbers of my co-worker’s land line and whatever was going on instantly became Not My Problem.
But my co-worker, due to a lifelong predilection for smoking God’s herb several times a day, was sweating bullets.
The cop said the call had come in within the last five minutes, and we’d been talking about nothing in particular for at least the last 10 since nobody else was around and neither of us had any fires to put out at the moment. So, it was literally impossible that a 911 call had come from her phone, but the cops still bulled past her and…
