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Tuesday, November 22, 2005

Wet, Drunk, And Stupid

"Fat, drunk, and stupid is no way to go through life, son." Dean Wormer, Animal House

And the dumb get dumber.

Last night, I was working my usual solo car (Whoo hoo! Take that, Wagonsux!) when I get a call for a Vandalism in Progress. Upon arrival, the resident tells me that his live-in girlfriend smashed the rear window of their home. Vandalizing your own home: brilliant! The girlfriend is drunk, soaking wet from the pouring rain, and boy did she reek of alcohol! (She kinda smelled like Peakah. Just kidding, pal!) The boyfriend (obviously pissed about the window) tells me that he doesn't want her there anymore. Fair enough.

I escort Drippy Drawers to the front of the residence, and am met by an irate cab driver. The plot thickens. Youssef the Cabbie - that's not a slander; it was his actual name - states that Drippy hired him to take her home from Center City, then refused to pay the $35 fare! (Drippy couldn't drive herself, since her license was suspended . . . for driving DUI!) When asked why she thought she could get away with defrauding the cab company, Drippy replied, "I thought my boyfriend would pay for the ride."

Buzz! Wrong answer! But we have some lovely parting gifts for you . . . like a ten foot by ten foot cell!

I told Drippy that unless she ponied up the dough for the cab fare, she was going to get locked up. She still refused, and received a delightful pair of steel bracelets for her trouble. Off to jail we go. Here's the actual conversation from the ride to the cell block (and remember, she's completely wasted):

Drippy - "What am I being charged with?"

Wyatt - "Theft."

Drippy - "Why?"

Wyatt - "Because you didn't pay for the cab ride."

Drippy - "Oh. (A second later) What am I being charged with?"

Wyatt - "Theft."

Drippy - "Why?"

Wyatt - "I just told you!"

Drippy - "But what am I being charged with?"

Wyatt - (Head explodes.)

Okay, the last part was embellished, but the rest of the conversation is word-for-word. I know, because I wrote it down immediately afterwards so you guys could enjoy this pure gold. This makes two arrests in as many days for yours truly, and my third of the month. If I'm not careful, I may accidentally become a good cop!

Perish the thought.