Several years ago I went to a house to take a stolen auto report. That was when the department still sent uniformed cops to the location to take the report in person. Things got so bad after a while they stopped doing that... You got your car stolen? You'd call the police and they'd take your number where you could be reached and maybe a detective would call you that day. You think we were just a little busy? Stolen autos were way down on the prority list by about 1994...
Anyway, before things got really out of hand we used to take the reports in person. So I go to this woman's house and write down all the info for my report. Everything was going smoothly up until It was time to find out what color the vehicle was...
"Ok, ma'am, what color was your car?"
"No ma'am, I need a primary color. Was it blue?"
"No! It was Hawaiian Orchid! That's what the dealer said the color was!"
"No! It was Hawaiian Orchid!!!!!"
I blogged about primary colors before, and how men only see them...
Anyway, this verbal sparring with the victim went on for about thirty minutes. I never found out what Hawaiian Orchid was and I left the residence with the space for vehicle color marked "Unknown"... She wouldn't even let me get a color that was close to what Hawaiian Orchid was...
Sometimes dealing with the general public was just as difficult as dealing with criminals. At least those I could tell to shut the fuck up.
And also, this is my 300th post... Was it as good for you as it was for me?
Copyright 2006 Thomas J Wolfenden