Posted on 12/29/2004 7:40:32 PM PST by Ellesu
POST FALLS, Idaho -- Northern Idaho authorities are investigating reports of someone who claims to be a police officer asking women to undress in front of their windows.
Post Falls Police Lt. Greg McLean said the most recent complaint came from a 15-year-old girl last week. The caller told her that he was a police officer responding to a call of a peeping Tom in the area. He got her address and then asked her to help him in the case by actually removing her clothes and moving toward her window.
Similar incidents were reported in two other communities.
The caller uses a phone card to place the calls, making them difficult to trace.
that happened in phoenix earlier in 2004, as well as many other cities.
in phoenix someone called a fast food restaurant and asked the assistant manager to call a young woman to his office, there he was to conduct a strip search, including a cavity search.
the idiot did as he was instructed.
and, believe it or not, the yound woman followed instructions.
Whatever happened to the good old days when weirdo telephone callers asked questions like, "Do you have Prince Albert in the can?" or "Is your refrigerator running?"
If he is going to this trouble, the scam must be working, at least some of the time.
This was probably not as bad as his breathalyzer test.
This deviant behavior is outrageous.
I have been tasked with investigating this creep. If you would like to help bring him to justice, take off your clothes, take pictures, and E-mail them to me.
I'll let you know when justice has been served.
Trust me.
;)
Not to worry, Wild Turkey, I am staying home tonight...and charging my cell phone battery.
All the young chicks are safe from this dirty old man...for a spell anyway. *S*
Happy New Year to all.
"And while we're at it, here's my friend uh...Joe, yeah Joe, and he's a panty inspector..."
Hey Smitty.. trust me. You wouldn't want my pictures.
Reminds me of a story.
Clem and Cletus worked at a garment factory in the deep south. Clem, easily the smartest of the pair was a seamster and Cletus was his assistant.
One day the plant announced that they were suspending operations and closing. All efforts were to be made to transition the employees to new careers. Each furloughed workers was given an appointment with a career counselor at the local Job Service office. Clem and Cletus went there together as they were life-long friends in addition to be work partners.
Clem went in first to see the counselor. He filled out all of the myriad forms and official applications for unemployment and job training courses. When he and the counselor sat down to go over his resume'.
Counselor: "Clem, what was your job description at the garment factory?
Clem: "I was a seamster. I sewed the elastic bands into women's underwear."
Counselor: "Did you operate any equipment?"
Clem: "Yes. I operated the big industrial sewing machine. It had a foot peddle to make it go and slow down. I would apply pressure to the peddle with one of my feet to make it sew faster and relax the pressure from my foot to slow the machine down.:
Counselor: "Were there any particular skills, other than the footwork, that you think you have that made you suited for this work?"
Clem: "Well, I had to guide the elastic band and the panties carefully to sew and even seam and keep the waistband straight and smooth. And do this while keeping my fingers and hands clear of the needle of the machine. I was usually successful in this, as I have a pretty good attendance and safety record on the job."
The Job Counselor riffled through a stack of available jobs sent in by the State Government and then looked over her glasses at Clem.
Counselor: "I'm sorry, Clem. Theres isn't a single job opening for someone with your level of skills. Please come back next week and we'll check again. In the meantime, would you please have the next in line come in?"
Clem felt really low as he got up and proceeded to the door. He went to the next guy in line, who happened to be his best friend and working partner, Cletus. Clem told Cletus that the Counselor wanted to see him next, but to not get his hopes up too high as he had just been told that there was nothing for the sewing machine operator, what were the chances that his assistant would be able to get something. Clem went outside and sat on a park bench and put his head in his hands to try and think what he could maybe do to earn a living.
A few minutes later, Cletus came rushing out of the building, yelling "Clem! Clem!"
Clem looked up at Cletus with a sorrowful look on his face and wondered what this slow-witted buffoon was so excited about.
Clem: "What?"
Cletus: "Clem, I got a job! I can start tomorrow. It pays twenty-five dollars an hour and has full benefits and I get to join the Operators Union!"
Clem jumped up from the park bench and looked at Cletus with a scowl. "What the heck are you talking about? The Counselor just told me there were no jobs within a hundred miles for a sewing machine operator, much less a seamster. How did you get one and you're not even allowed to turn the power on on our machine?"
Cletus: "I don't know Clem, the Counselor asked me some questions, went through her stack of jobs and pulled out a big handful and told me to take my pick."
Clem,: "Well, I see about that. I can't believe that you, the guy they wouldn't even let into high-school and can't get a drivers license because you can't read signs, got a job that pays twice what I was making."
Clem stormed back into the Job Service offices and demanded to see the counselor who had so recently dashed his hopes of finding any kind of job. When he got into her office he asked her how his friend Cletus, God love him, could get a job and he, Clem was out of luck.
The counselor looked straight at Clem and told him: "Cletus has all the qualifications for the jobs available in his classifications."
Clem: "But Cletus was my assistant at the sewing machine. He has worked under me since we started at the factory. He can't even operate any kind of machinery, much less the sewing machine we worked at. How come he gets a job right away and at that kind of money and I can't?"
Counselor: "Now, Clem. There are all kinds of jobs for guys with Cletus' skill. All industries need guys like him. I have twenty companies begging for diesel fitters."
Suddenly, Clem was struck dumbfounded. It took him about a minute to regain his composure. Then he screamed at the counselor "Diesel-fitter? DIESEL-FITTER!
"All day long, I'd sew those waistbands into the panties and when I was done with a pair, I'd hand them to Cletus. He'd spread the waistband out and put the panties over his head and say, "Yup, dese'll fit'er."
Aww shoot, now I have to try to get that village people song out of my head...
no, not for that reason, because of your screename alright?!?
I always enjoyed calling the local bowling alleys to ask if they had 8-pound balls...
Hmmm. Something to try on my Wife when I get home....
If I end up with a black eye, it's OK. You folks can point and laugh.
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