Cops

As a curmudgeon, I am a fan of the police. The entire Curmudgeon Societé Generale is as well.

In my little town, they are sort of Barney Fifes types.

When we were robbed some years ago, the hot-shot detective was inspecting the front yard tree next door.

I live on a small street. A U-shaped thing off the beaten path with all of 12 houses. Last year, we were having work done and the contractor needed my garage, so I parked the car on the street.

We have one of those "no parking on the street after dark" thingies, so I called the cops to inform them. They asked what is your license plate number? I haven't know that for years, leasing a car in all.

So I kindly informed the officer - it is a goddam small street and it will be the only BMW on it.

He responded, what is your license plate number?

I just hung up.