Slice of life slide: In the Town Where I Live...
Sitting on the boat just now, catching up on the Q thread, a knock on the hull and a voice: “Police department”.
I threw open the hatch, went out into the cockpit and said “What???”
“Sorry to bother you Chuckster, but your pickup is illegally parked in the snow dump area and we need you to move it.”
“Oh shoot!. I’ll be right there.”
Throw on a coat and walk up to find the police and a snow plow waiting for me to move the old F150 so they can push the snow bank into the water.
I apologized. They apologized. They thanked me. I thanked them. They said “Have a good one” I said “Don’t work too hard” and my streak holds. I have not had a ticket, even for parking, since 1985.
(How would that have gone down where you live?
(How would that have gone down where you live?
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in my little town, I might have gotten a heads up...they assume we’re good people and we assume they’re good people!