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8/19/2006 1:21 pm

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Someday

Last night/early this mornig the back line phone rings at the station in my office. I roll out, hi thte light and answer it while I grab the pad and pen next to the phone and check my watch. It's 312am. I answer and the voice on the other end of the phone identifies himself as a Police Officer, and do I have a named ******. I answer yes and the cobwebs are now out of my head and I ask if he's ok, because I know what these calls usually mean at theis hour. He assures me that he's fine but there is a situation that needs to be cleared up. (pucker factor 8.2)

I ask him to explain so he puts his sargeant on the phone to talk to me. It seems that my was in the company of about 8 or 10 of his friends, out in the desert near where he works construction. They had somehow managed to come up with several cases of beer and such and the group was inebriated. The officers didnt bust them for DUI or anything like that because they were on Private Property, no one was driving, they didnt get caught drinking anything since they had already consumed it. BUT, he could not leave them out there to camp and sleep it off, could I arrange for someone to come pick them up. His officers were working a major problem in the area and would be monitoring them to make sure they didnt drive themselves, but they had to leave within an hour. I informed him I was on duty, and could not be there til after 8am, so I would have to make an arrangement and call him back, so he gave me his cell #. He was then nice enough to place my on the phone to give me directions.

HI POP!!! he yells into the phone, WHATCHA DOIN? I tried to take a deep breath, but it didnt help. Just tell me where the hell you are, and I'll have someone come get you. I snapped back at him. He gave me directions and I copied them down and hung up, just furious. Now we were all once, and some of us became educated and realized what we did was wrong sometimes. My Father make a very concious effort to make me understand, and the occassional boot up my backside or attitude adjustment still sticks with me. So I made a note to myself to pass along the wisdom to my and his friends today. But for now I have to make a very painfilled phone call to his Mother.

After 4 rings a guy answered,(this is a good start) and I ask for her. Shw answers the phone "who is this, do you know what time it is?" So I was polite and answered her questions with my name and the correct time. She was not amused(huh). I told her she would have to go and get him and his friends and and bring them back to my place. (that went over well) I explained it was either that or they all go to jail, so she unhappily agreed. I told her to come by the station and get my truck and the directions, and if whoever she was with could drive his truck back so it wouldnt be sitting out in the boonies all night. (it just got better) After some character assassinations and family geneolgy assumptions on her part it was settled and she would be here shortly. I told her if we were gone where the keys would be and hung up.

It was now just about 330, so I got up and made a fresh pot of coffee since I didnt figure I'd be getting any more sleep. I heard her car pull up and met her and her new "friend" in the parking lot, and gave her the directions and keys to my truck. She could barely get up in it, but managed out of stubborness, got it started and off they went promising to call me whne they got there and dropped the off at home. I walked back inside poured myself a cup and we caught a call. I was sitting in the truck, already idling when the guys all came trotting into the truck bay. I couldnt help myself and gave them crap for taking so long.

We made our run and turned the old guy over to the ambulance crew for his trip to the hospital. Nothing like a little chest pain at 70 y/o. Of course I may be wrong but I saw the Pizza nad Hot Wing Box on the table while we did his assessment, it might have been a contributing factor. We wrapped up there and caught a car accident about a block from the Station and finished up with that pretty quick. So we got back about 530 and decided we might as well make breakfast and restock the truck for the next shift coming on. The back line rang just after we walked in and one of the guys grabbed it, and looked at me funny when he said "your ex is on the phone,and she's pissed". I grabbed it in my office and he was right!!!!!!!!!!!

She ripped into me for a couple of minutes, and finally heard me when I asked if the were ok. "Theyre fine, just really drunk, and our threw up on her trying to get his head out the window as they were driving home.(I was laughing like hell on the inside) I guess he got it in her hair, on her shirt and in her lap, but not in my truck!!!! She had a tough time getting them up and in the truck, and her friend could only get 2 in our sons truck, so she had the rest. She was fuming, but said she had taken a shower and borrowed" some clothes to go home in. She informed me that they would be by the Station in a few minutes. I started praying for a call, but nope

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