I'm friends with a man who is a police officer of a local police department. To protect those who probably don't want their stories told on my public blog, I'll call him Officer Z and EVERY name I use during these chronicles will be an alias and complete coincidence if the story and/or names sound familiar to you.
So here we go.
Dispatch called *Officer Z about a run away sighting - to which he responded. He picked up *Tracey and began asking her questions. He finally got her correct address and escorted her home. When they got to the front door of the home, Officer Z knocked. The mom came to the door but didn't open it. "This is Officer Z from the police department. I have your daughter with me and I'd like to speak to you. Will you please answer the door." At that point the mom opened the door, sitting in a motorized "Jazzie", buck naked weighing approximately 350 pounds. "Mam, would you please put something on, I need to talk to you." Tracey of course was wishing you could just disappear!
Seriously, no wonder the girl ran away. She probably ran screaming, "My eyes! My eyes! My eyes!" (Name that TV show!) At this point in the story, Officer Z says, "Anytime I have to see a naked woman, she's always extremely obese. What is it with my luck?"
*Not real name. Name changed to protect the...people involved.
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