Guilty As Charged
I was talking with a British friend about our weekends.Her's was a good one.
Me:
How was your yard sale?
Her (in clipped English accent) :
It was great. I stopped a cop.
Me:
Stopped a cop? You got pulled over?
Her (in clipped English accent) :
No. I was at the yard sale pricing things. My eyes were all puffy from going out Friday night. I had on workabout shorts. From the corner of my eye I saw the police car pull up and I think "Great. What have we done wrong?"
He officiously strides over and asks where I am from. I instantly think "Oh crap, I don't have my passport." I tell him that my mother is American and my father is British. I tell him that I have a Visa and everything is legit.
Then he was asking about how many individuals were selling items at the yard sale and I instantly think "Oh crap, we don't have a permit and we are going to get fined."
But then came the shocker. He asked for my number. A cop in uniform pulled up to my yardsale and asked me out. I couldn't bloody well believe it. (no joke, she really talks this way.)
Me:
Well well. Mister Policeman had to take down your information? It looks like your only crime was being cute.
posted by gracegow @ 9:46 AM
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