Thursday, May 27, 2010
So here is my version of that segment.
My doorbell rings at 2:00 in the afternoon today and I answer it to find a uniformed police officer standing there. Really?
My first thought was that someone died. Kind of scary really.
But she (the officer) quickly states that she is here to deliver a citation for our dog being off his leash at a local park.
I don't have a dog I replied.
"Well ma'am it is your yellow lab" the officer replied.
Because not only do I not have a dog, I definately don't have a yellow lab.
The officer replied, "But we traced the plates from your husband's black mercedes -- a Mr. Trent Handy -- to this address."
Because I not only don't have a dog, but we do not have a black mercedes.
She asked, "What kind of car does your husband drive?"
I replied a 99 Honda Civic, white.
She then asked if I would check our cars to make sure the plates were not stolen.
I checked the minivan. Both plates were there. I told her I would have trent check his car when he got home as it is parked at the train station right now.
I did state that I was willing to pay the citation if I got to keep the black mercedes. Really.
She laughed. Again.
Apparently here in my town, the cops don't have a lot going on. Home visits for dogs off their leash -- that is pretty serious stuff.
Really. Someone could have been licked.