Dispatchers

 Ya gotta love a good dispatcher.  As a long-time street cop, we depended on dispatchers to tell us what was going on, and those folks could make or break a shift, simply through their ability to communicate and their knowledge of what we needed on the ground.

I worked the road before data links in the vehicle.  I didn't have a computer, only a radio. I couldn't see patrol notes or call volumes. All I knew was what the dispatcher told me.

So we come to this little lady, who professes to being a dispatcher.  And that's funny, right there.  Go ahead and click on it.

I never knew anyone who kept and alligator in his shop, but I did know one guy who kept a big, nasty gnarly cur in his shop.  During the day, the dog slept on a cushion in the office. During the night, the dog had the run of the place. Sometimes the owner would come in in the morning and find blood on the floor near an open window.

The yeast rolls are rising in the oven, and I have a ham in the smoker.  Family will start showing up closer to noon.  Y'all have a Merry Christmas.