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4/18/2002

I'd like to take a brief moment to thank the Shawnee Police Deartment...for nothing!
I was walking to class on wednesday morning when something caught my eye. My bike! It was sitting on the second story porch of the house right next door to the art department where it had been stolen. So I call the police to see what I should do...Chris grabs a tire iron to beat the punk over the head...Mr. Jones goes to his office to pull out his copy of Bad Boys. Excitement and restlessness abounds as we await the final showdown between the forces of good and evil.
Our adventure in justice couldn't have been any more anticlimatic. 15 minutes later I finally get off the phone with the police dispatcher who claims they lost my case file. 20 minutes after that the cop shows up after getting lost on his way. The guy has got to be the stupidest person I've ever talked to in my entire life. I've never had to try so hard to be respectful. He keeps hinting that I had never filed a report in the first place and pretends like he can't understand a single word I'm saying as I give him the description of my bike (as Chris as my witness it was him and not me). After much prodding, Barney Fife finally knocks on the door of the house. An old chick comes out and of course someone had just left it on their porch the other day...the chick left it there to see if anyone would come by to claim it. "Thanks for your time ma'am," says Barney with a shake of his head in my direction.
Like I said before...I hate this town. But at least I've got my bike.

posted at 2:32 PM

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4/18/2002

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