This post reminds me of a story.
Once upon a time, I had a snitch come to my office. He wanted to tell me about a marijuana growing operation in a small rural community about twenty miles from the office. I listened for a while, and told the mope to get in the car.
We drove out to the community, and he directed me down a couple of gravel roads, some dirt roads, some logging trails, and eventually we got out of the car, walked through the woods and came to the backyard of a small, well-kept farm house. With a small vegetable garden in the back yard.
"Look there," says the mope.
"Where?" says I?
About that time an old man came out of the house with a sack in his hand, proceeds to the garden patch, and starts picking okra.
The mope says "Look, he's picking it right now!"
I motion the mope to back off and we quietly walk back through the woods to the car. When we got back to the car, I tell him that we were looking at okra, and that he's the world's largest dumbass, and I don't let dumbasses ride in the car, so he has to walk home.
I got in the car, started it, and put it in reverse. When I got to a suitable turn-around, I turned it around and drove back to the office. Anyone in Chinquapin parish, especially a dope snitch, should know the difference between cannabis and okra. Those who don't, can walk home.
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