Ok, back in the day...
Was living in a basement apartment in a sketchy building with no buzzer. People would stand outside the front of the building and yell their friends' names, in the hopes that their friends would let them in. Since I was in the basement facing the street, sometimes people would knock on my window and say, "I'm here so see so-and-so, can you ask him/her to let me in?"
Well, one night, my then-BF (now partner) was over and we were rolling, uh, cigarettes in the living room. There's a knock on the window. I answer. "POLICE! LET US IN NOW!" The way I'm holding the curtain, they can see everything.
Shit! We packed up our, erm, tobacco, and I went up to let the cops in. One of them runs immediately upstairs. The other looks at me, sheepishly, and says, "Don't you hate having to be the one to let the pigs in?"
How do you answer that? I stand there, embarrased. I was fully expecting them to want to talk to me. Instead, this cop is making awkward pig jokes while his partner has rushed ahead to deal with something considerably more serious. I just stand there, stammering and blushing, until the joker runs upstairs after his partner. I never did find out what it was about.
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on Wed Jun 27, 2012 8:15 pm, edited 1 time in total.
If you want drama to stop following you everywhere, try letting go of the leash.