When I see your pickup truck parked, in the middle of the night, in a city park that closes at dusk, AND
music is blaring from your truck's CD player, AND
your truck is eerily rocking from side to side, AND
your shirt is unbuttoned and you're frantically pulling up your pants after I knock on the window, AND
your female companion is frantically trying to simultaneously pull up her panties and refasten her bra, THEN
no, I don't believe you when you tell me you were just talking. AND
I don't think your respective spouses would believe you, either.
2 comments:
I'm so GLAD you're back! This blog gives me a reason to dilly dally before reading my daily onslaught of emails at work! Thank you!!!
When you catch these people, do you just tell them to move along, or do you do more than that (arrest, cite, tell spouses, etc.)?
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