It is very interesting, being a cop. People either love you are they hate you. More often then not they hate you. People are so funny, they honestly believe that just because you approach them and are wearing that big, blue uniform, that you are harassing them. Whatever.
Anyway, I have been talking to one of my friend, who works in the Internal Affairs department. She hooked me up with the Christian store that sales teaching items for children. I went there today to buy poster that will help Manny learn his colors, shapes, numbers and currency. Anyway, she works an extra job at some Charter school and keeps telling me that she speaks to my cousin, who drives a school bus. I don’t have a cousin who drives a school bus. She assures me that I do, but whatever. I know my relatives. She even goes as far as to get his name for me today.
“I spoke to your cousin,” she says. “He says his name is Tony.”
“I don’t have a cousin name Tony.”
“Sure you do. He is tall and brown skinned.”
“Uh, no, I don’t. I know all my male cousins and known of them drive a bus for a living.”
“He says he just spoke to you yesterday.”
“I didn’t speak to anybody yesterday. I don’t answer my home phone, any more, and I left my cell phone over my mom’s house the other day.”
“Well, he says he’s your cousin.”
How funny is this conversation. How are you going to argue with me about the existence of a cousin. I might be getting senile, but I know all of the crazy ass bastards in my family. How could I not. We spend every holiday together and up until recently we had been having a monthly Family Game Night (We really need to start that back up).
Anyway, I know it’s a long and dumb story, but this happens a lot. Family members that I rarely speak or people from my past are always trying to claim my ass, in order to get out of trouble.
-One Man's Opinion. Peace.