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Messin' With The Cop

Yesterday afternoon I needed some subpoenas served so I called the police department. The secretary said, "I will let an officer know." It was getting late and I was beginning to wonder if they were even going to show. Finally around 3:00 I saw the police vehicle pull in front of the building and the officer many call Hottie Justin came in. He went through the lobby, retrieved the department's mail and stayed out there talking with people. I kept watching, hoping he wouldn't forget the papers. Suddenly I see him heading for the front door so I hollered his name. Hottie Justin came into the office and asked what I wanted. I said, "Were you going to leave this building without even seeing me?" He replied, "Yes. Why?" I said while handing him the subpoenas, "The papers I need served. Didn't she tell you?" The secretary didn't even tell him.

So now I need to get on his case because he didn't wave to me in passing on the highway earlier in the day. I said, "And you... you can wave to the ambulance but not to me who is riding right behind it?!" He replied, "I didn't even see you. What were you driving?" Ummm, my car. He made all kinds of excuses why he didn't wave but the best one... my blue car blended with the blue color of the ambulance!

Hottie Justin then plopped everything he was carrying on my desk, a pile of mail, the subpoenas and two empty plastic coffee cans. He said he was talking with the receptionist and asked if he could have the coffee cans. She told him yes and asked why he needed them. His reply, “They are good for growing pot!” The receptionist’s eye got really big because she thought he was really serious and he started laughing. I told Hottie Justin… if you go to each building once a week you could probably get at least two cans at each one then you can grow all kinds of pot! We all laughed. At that moment I remembered there was an empty coffee can in the courtroom and told him I would get it for him. When I came out I said, “Now this means I get a third!” Hottie Justin at first looked shocked and realized I was joking around he laughed too.

Isn’t it just terrible that a police officer and court worker are talking about growing pot right in the court office? It a good thing some stranger didn’t walk in the door!!

Comments (3)

Oh man! If only I could have been a fly on the wall ;) I'm still giggling that you call him Hottie Justin :)

Damn! I want recognition for starting to call him Hottie Justin! Everyone else just started using it too! LOL

If Susie didn't make the post for giving him the name Hottie Justin, I was going to give her credit for it.

Susie should have trademarked it.

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