Out of Service Policemen
April 5th, 2009 . by Erin The GreatIt’s very interesting to ‘emerge from the darkness’ and then take another month to fully emerge because I slave work way to darn much, and when I’m not working I have to consider the boy (we’ll call him Mr. History Channel). Needless to say, Facebook and my Blog have been massively neglected. Sorry Blog. You’ve always been there for me and here I am treating you like the red headed stepchild. My apologies. Thanks to a couple of blog friends who were worried and thought I had become a corpse being eaten by her cat… I’m sorry to say Rychelle that I don’t think I’m Herbie’s cup of cat chow, that’s more up Penelope’s (my brother’s cat) alley… I have nightmares about that darn cat. Kristina thank you for wondering if I was ever coming back 
It’s been a very interesting month. I thought I was busy when I was working at the Internet marketing company with all the men. At least there I had time to pee… this is no longer the case. The best part of all this is that I get to use the words ‘oh crap, it’s already 6 PM’… I’m pretty sure those words have never been spoken by me before. It’s more along the lines of ‘Sweet Moses, it’s only 10 AM… this is going to be a long day’. Thanks to my wonderful job, I shall never be bored or under-appreciated ever again
I see a lot of crazy things while I’m driving to said job. You think I wouldn’t due to the fact that it’s only a 10 minute drive. It was about a week and a half ago when I looked over at the other lane on the freeway to see a cop car that said ‘Out of Service’. At first I thought I had seen this impossibility due to the lack of caffeine in my blood system (seriously, I have mistaken my cat for Elvis under these conditions) but then I remembered I had seen the exact same thing not three days before. Crazy!
What does that even mean? ‘Out of service’? You’re driving your cop car that says ‘out of service’, but clearly your car works. If I’m in trouble and I yell for help, does this mean the ‘out of service’ cop car is going to drive right past me? Really? Are they on a lunch break? ‘Sorry guys, I can’t help out that poor girl being gunned down, I’m in the middle of destroying a super sized hero’. What has our world come to that we have ‘out of service’ Policemen? Is this a Dallas thing where they are ‘taking a stand’? ‘Screw you public! Pay us more or you’ll pay!’ Bold words for the men who are more often than not parked in front of the doughnut shops (it’s more than a cliché down here my friends). I’m beginning to think that the ‘out of service’ status is more referring to them being out of commission from downing all those puffy pastries…‘Sorry guys! I pounded the whole dozen, you go fight crime, I’m out of service’.
Like seeing how many licks does it take to get to center of a tootsie pop, the world may never know.
I’m just happy to see you posting! I’ve been thinking about you this week.
Hey, I’ve been thinking about you this week too! I’m glad to know you are doing okay, just busy out of your mind.
I hope you can start finding time to pee!
“…how many licks does it take to get to center of a tootsie pop, the world may never know.”…
The owl knew… it’s THREE
Glad you are at least spending some time with a boyfriend instead of ALL at work
Yay you are alive!! Great now cops get to be out of service…why do they paid then and get snazzy cop cars…the world will never know. I hate tootsie pops, I was more of a bubble gum center girl!
yay!
1. so glad you weren’t eaten by your cat.
2. i can’t wait to hear more about mr. history channel. and dare i say, see a pic of him.
3. are those cops like part time taxi drivers or what? weird.
maybe they aren’t cops at all - but the police service decided to sell the cars to you know, “normal” people, and now they have to say they’re out of service? Although that doesn’t seem likely.
Maybe its just cops eating donuts?
erin! where have you been all my life?! I’ve never seen an out of service cop car–maybe I will put an out of service on my desk at work.
Only you can spot an “out of service” cop car my Love!
I’ll ask Aunt Lynny