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Originally Posted by voodooman
Morgan,
I am so happy that your back. You put a smile on my face no matter what.
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I love putting a smile on your face. It's a cute face, it should be wearing a smile.
A very long time ago, for reasons not worth going into here, a cop friend of mine (he worked security at the hotel I worked at because cops don't get paid squat) offered to assist me in a rather large life issue by running an NCIC check on somebody. He explained that this was only supposed to be done when the individual was right in front of you, because if he was wanted, the little voice on the radio was going to say "bust him" and some fancy foot work would be required to explain why he was using this for "personal reasons." I looked at this nice family man, expressed my thanks, and refused to give him the name he was supposed to look up. We had a brief but lively discussion, but I couldn't let him endanger his job.
I always figured that nice gets nice and I'm right more often than I'm wrong. I've had much more good run-ins with cops than bad ones...and considering I briefly had a boyfriend who made a career out of getting arrested, that was surprising.
It's also simple logic. In any dynamic where one individual has a gun and a badge, it behooves the other individual to be polite.
I've also always seen cops as people. I rather liked knowing that back in the early '70s they took the mace away from the patrol officers because they were spraying it into each other's air conditioning vents.
I was cheerfully invited out once by 7 members of the Vice Squad to see a famous stripper with a 70 inch chest. Chesty Morgan or something like that. I politely declined...but it's still one of my favorite memories. In my old age I like to occasionally kill a few minutes wondering what would have happened...if....