tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937038870722238271.post3454374821720765443..comments2024-03-28T15:55:42.564-05:00Comments on Unbagging the Cats: He Probably Preferred the Bakery CounterValhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13025832536749983018noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937038870722238271.post-21846963998688520292017-06-08T22:40:10.855-05:002017-06-08T22:40:10.855-05:00EXACTLY! Even the ones I got speeding tickets from...EXACTLY! Even the ones I got speeding tickets from were more polite, to ME, the scofflaw, endangering lives all willy-nilly! But how dare I walk up to a deli counter with the hopes of ordering chicken wings!Valhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13025832536749983018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937038870722238271.post-42441981423846996002017-06-08T22:11:19.099-05:002017-06-08T22:11:19.099-05:00I would have located the manager of that store and...I would have located the manager of that store and complained to him. You absolutely right about conducting an interview in a public place and someone in authority needed to be there anyway. Even the trooper I chewed out about running my stop sign maintained a pleasant attitude while I rambled on. Kathy's Klotheslinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17881966393157941515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937038870722238271.post-71591915082902434872017-05-31T17:10:12.599-05:002017-05-31T17:10:12.599-05:00Yes! Thank you for that. I would SO have been on t...Yes! Thank you for that. I would SO have been on the phone telling my own mom about it! And she would have said the same thing. The bad day part. Not the dick part!Valhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13025832536749983018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937038870722238271.post-11097108693157476812017-05-31T17:04:19.154-05:002017-05-31T17:04:19.154-05:00I had a friend who became a state highway patrolma...I had a friend who became a state highway patrolman. He was a little bit of an ass anyway, but once he got into the academy, it increased exponentially. Maybe they have to adopt that attitude, in order to survive. Some of them are able to hide it better than others.Valhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13025832536749983018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937038870722238271.post-44642789692446928042017-05-31T17:01:25.552-05:002017-05-31T17:01:25.552-05:00The contrarian in me wanted to say, "Noooo......The contrarian in me wanted to say, "Noooo...."Valhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13025832536749983018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937038870722238271.post-60593371419517654802017-05-31T12:26:39.480-05:002017-05-31T12:26:39.480-05:00Feel better now?
I used to relay a story like this...Feel better now?<br />I used to relay a story like this to my mom and she would tell me, "Oh he was probably just having a bad day." And being a nice young man I never said what I wanted to say, "No Ma he was just a really big dick!"<br />There, now I feel better.joehhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08520161706680568508noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937038870722238271.post-4595477805030513972017-05-31T09:11:01.953-05:002017-05-31T09:11:01.953-05:00Some officers let it all go to their heads when th...Some officers let it all go to their heads when they put on that uniform, I had a friend who was the nicest guy in the world, a former police officer, I asked why he quit the force and he told me that every time he put his uniform on that he became an ass, he quit to save his marriage.Jimmyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00079471254681821763noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937038870722238271.post-62282166836925873132017-05-30T20:02:31.802-05:002017-05-30T20:02:31.802-05:00I would have smiled and said, "Yesss, whaaaat...I would have smiled and said, "Yesss, whaaaattttt?" He may have thought you were the party the complainant was complaining about. I can't stand pros with poor 'tudes.Linda O'Connellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15982895073903619018noreply@blogger.com