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17 August 2007 - 22:05

The Closer, Western style

An acquaintance of mine was woken quite early in the morning last weekend.

"Who the hell washes their car at five-thirty in the morning?" she asks.

Well, her neighbor the Sheriff, that's who.

Kinda imperative when you've been egged. You certainly want to get the egg guts washed off before they dry and set...

So, naturally, being a peace officer the sheriff has a whole range of people who might be pissed at him.

But he also has a high school-aged daughter.

Who recently had a spat with a friend. A male friend. Who made vague threats about tepeeing her house.

And, it turns out, another neighbor witnessed the egg-hurling crime, and had a description of the vehicle involved.

The daughter's ex-friend drives just such a vehicle.

(One has to wonder about the mental function, or lack thereof, of egging the vehicles and home of the county's top law enforcement officer...)

Anyway, the sheriff gives the mother of the young suspect a call at her work.

Yes, he has her permission to talk to her minor son about the incident.

So the sheriff and a city police officer stop by the house where the young man is supposed to be home, and ring the doorbell. Repeatedly. With no answer.

Even though there is loud music emanating from the house.

Another call to the mother, explaining the young man is apparently refusing to answer the door.

"Well, you have my permission to enter the house and find him, then."

Yeah. Really. A measure of the faith and trust people have in our sheriff.

(Warrant? You don't need no stinking warrant. You have my permission.)

They found the young man in the shower. And knocked on the shower door to get his attention.

I can only imagine his surprise to step out, wearing only a towel, to find two uniformed cops unannounced in his house.

The young egg hurler quickly confessed to the crime, explaining his version of the dispute he was having with the sheriff's daughter.

"Do you know whose car you egged?" he is asked.

"Hers?" is the weak reply.

"No, that car is mine," the sheriff explained. "Can you explain why you egged the truck?

"Well, I've seen her drive that to school..." was the reply.

"No, the truck is her brother's."

"Her brother the police officer in [Capitol City]."

"oh."

"And if you're trying to get my daughter's vehicles, why did you egg my house?"

"Well, we may have overshot the cars a couple times."

"With at least ten eggs?" the sheriff asks.

"I'm just digging myself in deeper, aren't I?" asked the young man, finally wising up.

And yeah, I suppose you can guess who was seen cleaning egg off the sheriff's house...

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