Monday, July 16, 2007

Tales From a Guilty Conscience

I was out weeding and mulching one of the flower beds at our new house the other day, when I heard a voice say, "Excuse me ma'am. Can I ask you a question?"

I looked up and a policeman on a motorcycle was sitting on the end of my driveway. I'm pretty sure I don't have anything to hide, but I still flinched.

"What's that orange flower behind you?" he asked.

"Oh, um, ah...it's a sunflower."

"Does it have seeds?"

"Yes."

"Are they good to eat?"

"I don't know."

"Okay. Well, thank you, ma'am."

And with that he was off on patrol once more.

4 comments:

Meredith said...

Strange.
Perhaps that was his subtle way of finding out if you were the real homeowner.
Though I doubt a squatter would be weeding in July.

beth said...

Or maybe he was looking for your husband who is out of jail, and must be on probation. LOL

Frazier said...

Just like Beth said -- now that he knows Justin is the type that always in and out of jail, he has to keep a closer eye on the house.

Nasty, Brutish and Short said...

Well it's a good thing he didn't see all the poppies!

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