Stuck In The John
Well, last night was interesting. Most of my shift was boring. Not that there wasn’t anything to do, but just in the fact that it was small stuff. Boring calls. Around 11pm we got a call from an apartment resident saying that there was a burglary in progress in the vacant apartment above her. As my Lieutenant and I were about to leave where we were talking and fly down there smoke started billowing from his hood. We popped it and there was a slice on the underside of the radiator hose, something the shop just curiously cleaned that morning. Two others meet me at the call, and my Lt. shortly after taping up the hose. Well, to make a long story short, nobody was inside and the caller had a sign on her door that said “Psychic Readings Available.” Enough said.
I already had to pee pretty badly, and our usual spot is a gas station/convenience market in pretty much the center of our areas. I go up there, head inside, lock the deadbolt, and enjoy some real refreshment. Then, I turn the latch on the deadbolt…won’t engage the lock. I kid you not, I was locked inside. The following is what I remember from the conversations that followed:
(There are three others outside the gas station talking.)
Me: “Paul-4, Sam-2!”
P4: “Go ahead.”
Me: “[Name], get in here dude I need you.”
P4: “Uhhh…okay.”
Me: “I’m locked inside…the deadbolt’s not unlatching! It stinks in here!”
P4: “Okay I’ll be right in after everyone’s done laughing.”
Me: “Get in here!”
I can hear laughing as they walk inside…
P4: “Habib’s getting the keys should be here in a second.”
Habib arrives and find the keys aren’t working either. I figured I’d try to get the screws off the deadbolt with my pocketknife but he kept trying the key and spinning the knob.
Me: “Quit it! Just hold the deadbolt against the door so I can unscrew it!”
He fiddles with the key again.
Habib: “It’s not working boss! It’s stuck boss! What are you doing?!”
Me: “Stop it! Just hold the deadbolt against the door! Like a young, fresh goat on your honeymoon! Don’t let it move!”
Customer comes in and Habib abandons me.
P4: “Dude…you okay?”
Me: “It smells like piss and shit in here. Hold the deadbolt.”
P4: “I am but it keeps moving…”
Me: I’m getting the screws out of it, so hold it down! Harder [name], just ram it in here. Don’t be shy.”
Command Staff: Laughing…”This is being recorded you know, I’m gonna tell this story for weeks.”
Me: “Fuck you! If you’re not gonna help go away!”
After a few more minutes I got out and gave the cashier the deadbolt and walked outside to four others who were laughing at me.
And that’s what I have to deal with at work.
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