Post by Alpo on Sept 3, 2014 6:38:21 GMT -6
She probably isn't anymore, as this happened 20 years or so back. But the comment, on another thread, about the paperwork involved when you discharged your gun reminded me of her.
Like I assume most towns in this country do (I was very surprised to find out that Norfolk doesn't have one), we have a "black section". The main street, in the black section of town, is now (y'all knew this, right?) Martin Luther King Blvd., but it used to be Cove Blvd. So it's about two in the morning, Saturday night. Nothing is really happening, but there are a lot of people still out and about. Our intrepid Sheriff's Deputy, sitting at the south end of Cove, shoved a cassette of the theme to Batman into her tape player, hooked it into the PA, fired up the blue lights, and ran down that ten-block long stretch of road, with her foot shoved to the floor.
Na na na na na na na na BATMAN!!!
Another time, around the same time of the day, she's rolling around behind a supermarket, flashing her spot, making sure no one is attempting to unlawfully enter the rear of the store. Something catches her eye, and she flips the light over there, and there is a fair-size rackitty coon sitting on the edge of the dumpster. It just sits there, giving her the evil eye. So she pulls out her service revolver, takes careful aim, and shoots him off the edge.
THAT wakes her up. "OH MY GAWD! What the hell did I do that for?" Aaaaand, just about then, her radio goes off. Take a run over to THIS area. Shots fired.
Can you say "oops"?
"Aaahhh, negative, dispatch. I am right in that area, at the moment, and I have not heard a thing. All's quiet. Musta been a prank call."
Like I assume most towns in this country do (I was very surprised to find out that Norfolk doesn't have one), we have a "black section". The main street, in the black section of town, is now (y'all knew this, right?) Martin Luther King Blvd., but it used to be Cove Blvd. So it's about two in the morning, Saturday night. Nothing is really happening, but there are a lot of people still out and about. Our intrepid Sheriff's Deputy, sitting at the south end of Cove, shoved a cassette of the theme to Batman into her tape player, hooked it into the PA, fired up the blue lights, and ran down that ten-block long stretch of road, with her foot shoved to the floor.
Na na na na na na na na BATMAN!!!
Another time, around the same time of the day, she's rolling around behind a supermarket, flashing her spot, making sure no one is attempting to unlawfully enter the rear of the store. Something catches her eye, and she flips the light over there, and there is a fair-size rackitty coon sitting on the edge of the dumpster. It just sits there, giving her the evil eye. So she pulls out her service revolver, takes careful aim, and shoots him off the edge.
THAT wakes her up. "OH MY GAWD! What the hell did I do that for?" Aaaaand, just about then, her radio goes off. Take a run over to THIS area. Shots fired.
Can you say "oops"?
"Aaahhh, negative, dispatch. I am right in that area, at the moment, and I have not heard a thing. All's quiet. Musta been a prank call."