Police Report

Dear Sir/Madam/Automated telephone answering service,

Having spent the past twenty minutes waiting for someone at Sturgis police station to pick up a telephone I have decided to abandon the idea and try texting you instead.

Perhaps you would be so kind as to pass this message on to your colleagues by means of smoke signal, carrier pigeon or Ouija board.

As I’m composing this text there are eleven failed medical experiments (I think you call them youths) in the churchyard, Six of them seem happy enough to play a game which involves kicking a football against an iron gate with the force of a meteorite. This causes an earth shattering CLANG! Which rings throughout the entire building.

This game is now in its third week and as I am unsure how the scoring system works, I have no idea if it will end any time soon.

The remaining five failed-abortions are happily rummaging through several bags of rubbish and items of furniture that someone has so thoughtfully dumped beside the dumpster. One of them has found a saw and is setting about a discarded chair like a beaver on ecstasy.

I fear that it’s only a matter of time before they turn their limited attention to the propane bottle that is lying on its side between the two dumpsters. If they could be relied on to only blow their own arms and legs off then I would happily leave them to it. I would even go so far as to give them the matches. Unfortunately they are far more likely to blow up half the street with them and I’ve just finished decorating the kitchen.

What I suggest is this – after replying to this e-mail with worthless assurances that the matter is being looked into and will be dealt with, why not leave it until the one night of the year (probably bath night) when there are no mutants around then drive up the street in a Panda car before doing a three point turn and disappearing again. This will of course serve no other purpose than to remind us what policemen actually look like.

I trust that when I take a claw hammer to the skull of one of these throwbacks you’ll do me the same courtesy of giving me a four month head start before coming to arrest me.

I remain your obedient servant

I Adolph Oliver Bush

 

Mr Bush

I have read your text and understand your frustration at the problems caused by youths playing in the area and the problems you have encountered in trying to contact the police.

As the Community Officer for your street I would like to extend an offer of discussing the matter fully with you.

Should you wish to discuss the matter, please provide contact details (address / telephone number) and when may be suitable.

Regards
Officer Obie
Sturgis P. D.

 

Dear Office Obie

First of all I would like to thank you for the speedy response to my original text.

16 hours and 38 minutes must be a personal record for Sturgis P. D. Rest assured that I will forward these details to Norris McWhirter for inclusion in his next Guinness book.

Secondly I was delighted to hear that our street has its own Community Officer.

May I be the first to congratulate you on your covert skills? In the five or so years I have lived in Sturgis , I have never seen you. Do you hide up a tree or have you gone deep undercover and infiltrated the gang itself? Are you the one with the acne and the moustache on his forehead or the one with a chin like a wash hand basin?

Whilst I realize that there may be far more serious crimes taking place in Sturgis, such as smoking in a public place, is it too much to ask for a policeman to explain (using words of no more than two syllables at a time) to these retards that they might want to play their strange football game elsewhere.

The field on Ballpark Road , or the one at Ft. Meade are both within spitting distance as is the bottom of Bear Butte Lake, the latter being the preferred option especially after a heavy rain.

Should you wish to discuss these matters further you should feel free to contact me at BR 549 If after 25 minutes I have still failed to answer, I’ll buy you a large one in the The Knuckle.

Regards
I. Adolph Oliver Bush

P.S. If you think that this is sarcasm, think yourself lucky that you don’t work for the sewerage department with whom I am also in contact !!!

 

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