Just another day in tough neighborhood?
There was a bicycle stolen out the back of pickup in one of the complexes I’m partially responsible for. The fact that it happened in the dead of the day didn’t help.
Purportedly working on an anonymous tip from a concerned individual, two officers in two squad cars were patrolling the neighborhood. I saw them, and in my official capacity as “someone almost important,” I went to offer any assistance I could.
It was a boring day, what can I say? We wound up hanging around the office, chatting about crime, and me, although I was rather casually dressed, I kept trying to assure those two guys I was on their side. One had a piece of candy from the jar, the other helped himself, at my behest, to the bottled water.
“What can I do to help?” I asked.
“Next time? Shoot one the guys, okay?”
Nice idea, but that goes against a strict company policy of no firearms on the property. Seeing as how Mi Patron has been at this for years, and he has an excellent success record, I’m sticking to doing what I’m told.
That was the Thursday excitement. The hardest part of the whole hour was not asking the officers what their birthdays were. While I do openly admire their job and the way they comport themselves, I don’t envy them in the least.
With apologies to (Saint) Willie Nelson and a number of other country crooners, “The clean life, ain’t no good life, but it’s my life.”
But tonight? Add a drum roll: the prediction panel. I’ll be appearing with numerous luminaries from the psychic community, the new age, crystal crunchers, and I’ll have something to say about what’s coming up. I hope.
