Your Car Is Not a Boat
One would think that was obvious, but the hordes who insist on driving into high water, “Turn Around Don’t Drown” be damned, prove otherwise.
Also, don’t call 911 just to say the streets are flooded. What do you expect us to do about it? “You need to get barricades out here and block the street.” No I don’t, for 3 reasons:
1. The city doesn’t have enough barricades to block every street that floods OR enough officers to stand there and direct traffic,
2. By the time we could get barricades to all those places, the water would have gone down anyway,
3. Even if the above 2 things were not true, people would drive around the barricades anyway.
Yes, I work for the Department of Boundless Cynicism. But my eyes are not red, no matter what Nick says.
MORE SHOPPING FOLLIES
Remember my ranting about Walmart? The other night, we needed to call an ambulance for one of their loss-prevention people because he was chasing a shoplifter and ran into a door. With his head. HE RAN INTO THE DOOR. WITH HIS HEAD. And then wanted to file assault charges.
Spellcheck is telling me that Walmart is not a word. Would that it were so. And don’t bother saying, “But I bet you like their low prices!” because I never go there. It is sensory overload incarnate.
STREET NAME CENTRAL
A couple of suspects were known to the caller only as “Rara” and “Shy.” Since he burst into a motel room, displayed a gun, and hit someone in the head, I don’t think he was really shy. Also, “displayed” a gun always makes me think they’re gesturing toward it and smiling like Vanna White would do.
Speaking of street names, HEY FOXY! I feel bad about not posting on your birthday.
From my colleague 911SK: “A turd rolled in litter looks better than just a plain turd.”
And from me: “If it smells like dog poop wherever you go, you might check your shoes.”
I’m wearing my impersonating-an-officer outfit–navy blue quick-dry cargo pants and navy blue shirt. Just give me a gun and a taser and I’m set! “NO!” Nick blurts out hastily. “Do NOT give her those things!”
MY BIRTHDAY HAS A CHANGE OF VENUE
Remember last year, when I had a party at the Howell Park shelter house, which was re-painted for the occasion? And I reassured you that I’d never have a birthday party again? Well, I lied–the Catholic Diocese of Evansville will be having a Mighty Mass (yes, I made up my own title, lest you blame them for it–the actual title of the event is “Rejoice!,” as all must do at the commemoration of my birth) at the Ford Center, on the eve of Pentecost, which is–you guessed it–May 14 this year!! I hope the thousands attending remember to bring me presents.
AND SPEAKING OF CELEBRATION…
Facebook says May 7 is World Naked Gardening Day. This is to “celebrate nudism in nature.” Well, since all the animals are naked, I’d think we’d have enough celebration, but apparently not.
AND JUST WHEN I WAS ABOUT TO HIT “PUBLISH”…
Amazon urges me to buy a shower gel dispenser shaped like a giant nose, and the product comes out of…yeah, you guessed it. No thanks. What’s next, a giant pair of buttocks?