One of the officers called his wife and asked if she could make him something for supper as it was super busy and he did not have time to go to the cafe. He told her to let him know when it was done and he would stop and get it as he did not have time to stay.
Her being a good wife and not understanding police work very well made him a full dinner, steak (now how do you drive and cut and eat steak?) veggies and mashed potatoes and gravy. She opened the door and gave it to him covered in tin foil. He gave her a quick kiss and off he goes. He got in the car and sat it on the seat next to him and took off. When he looked over the gravy started to run all over the seat. He gasped and opened it! OH NO! He tried to hold it in one hand and drive with the other hand. He kept getting calls and he would try to set it where it would not run. He got in his car again and was holding it and eating veggies when he got a priority one call, he took off pulling in he took the mike and told dispatch that he had arrived and jumped out of the car like he always does throwing his mike into the seat instead of taking time to hang it up. He walked back to the car with another officer to call in some names and dates of births for a warrant check. You guessed it! The mike had landed in the mashed potatoes and gravy. There he was talking with mashed potatoes and gravy dripping off his mike.
Took him months to live that down.
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