Friday, January 14, 2011

Cop's Night Out

I liked Steve.  He was a good guy and a regular client of mine.  He liked to drink a little.  Well, maybe a little to much.  He told me about a rather funny incident that happened to him a few years ago, while I owned and operated a Barber Shop in Northern British Columbia.

It was Saturday night.  He was at the local bar and it was getting late.  The cops often showed up at around closing time, parked nearby to keep an eye on some of the patrons as they exited the premise, as they did this particular night. 

Steve stepped outside and as he did , he tripped and fell.  He knew then, that he should  not have had that last drink.  He managed to pick himself up and stagger across the parking lot towards his car.  But before he reached his car, the two cops, who were watching the whole scene unfold in front of their eyes, were now out of their vehicle and escorting Steve back to the police car, for a safe ride home. 

As they approached Steve's neighbourhood, he directed them into the driveway.  With very little help from Steve, the two officers managed to remove him from the back seat.  They get him up the steps to the front door, only to discover that the door is locked.

"Do you have a key?"  asked one of the officers.

"Nope, sorry, I don't." says Steve, his speech a little slurred.

At this point the two officers are getting a little annoyed.  Taking him back to the station for the night seemed to be the only solution.

Just as they were about to put him back into the car, they noticed a basement window ajar.  Lets see if we can stuff him through the window opening into the basement, where he can sleep it off for the night, they both thought.

It worked.  Steve was pushed through the opening, feet first, and into the basement. 

Thinking that the situation was taken care off for the night, the two cops headed back to their car that was parked in the driveway.  As they were about to drive away, they see Steve frantically waving them back to the house.  Now what!?

As they approached the window, Steve is quietly yelling... "Hey guys... wrong house!!!"

In the end, Steve did spend that night sleeping it off, down at the station.

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