OK, Time for Tro to vent:
It baffles me to no end the following:
I have 10 minutes of time to myself to do some PB (personal business), so I find the most out of the way hiding spot. In the middle of an open area with NO BODY AROUND. ( and in Miami that’s not an easy task)
I prepare my cop juice to just the perfect color and temperature; I raise it to my lips and then,----- and then, I hear this faint knock on my window. OH MY GOD!, he's found me,not me! , not again! THE QUESTION MAN!
“Officer is everything OK, I mean I saw you here, I was driving from bum f--k know where when I saw YOU, and Oh, by the way my wife got this ticket and, did I ever tell you this, I mean I know your busy and all, but I just wanted to ask you, OH this, it won’t take LONG but……….AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!
I could be parked on the F---ing moon in the middle of an ocean, and he ALWAYS FINDS ME!
The QUESTION MAN, my cop curse to public service.
Now for those of you who are not cops , PLEASE, PLEASE, don’t get ALL ruffled under your collar here.
I’ll ALWAYS answer your very important questions, with the real concern and compassion that our profession demands. BUT FOR THE LOVE OF GOD COULD YOU AT LEAST LET ME FINISH A CUP OF COFFEE FIRST. (heavy breathing here, stress, stress, stress, OK, breath in, breath out, wax on, wax off, concentrate focus point Danielson )
Boy I feel better now, Thanks.
Old Tro had to vent, but I’ll bet that I’m not the only one!
You all take god care,
TroDog