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Oh, come on now …

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Bit of excitement around the old homestead.

Couple of life-long residents of the local State Correctional Facility decide that they are not content with the quality of the living conditions, service, that kind of thing, and that it will simply not do to complete their life sentences in such a place, so they take it into their heads to do a bit of an unauthorized walkabout.

Since this kind of thing figures fairly high on the list of expected activities, both inmates were spotted legging it over the horizon, and were ID’d in no time flat.

Names and descriptions are sent to the local PD and SO, to be disseminated at First Shift Briefing, said walkabout having occurred somewhat before the crack of dawn.

‘Round about 10-ish in the A.M., a Concerned Citizen calls 911 and reports a couple of suspicious men hot-footing it down her alley.

PD sends a unit who locates these suspicious men, who immediately decides that these men strongly match the descriptions of the amscrayed State critters.

Now, pay attention, because this is the kind of thing I have to deal with everyday: the officer asks the two men what their names are. Both men give false names.

The officer chats for a bit more, then asks if it would be possible — rules, you understand — for him to see some form of ID?

The critters totally understand, this is the way of the world these days, can’t be too careful, and they hand over their State-issued Prison Inmate ID cards. With their TRUE names on the front, beside the mug shots.

*sigh*

Officer promptly skins his shooting iron, and Critter #1 prones himself out with all the grace and technical expertise you would expect from a life-long critter.

#2, being of somewhat sterner stuff, promptly shags it towards a local creek ahead of back-up, hits the water, and heads for the bottom in hopes of confounding pursuit.

Since this is Texas — in September — this means that about eight inches of the inmate were sticking out above the inch-and-three-quarters of running water.

He was stealthily creeping his way downstream — slithering slowly from pebble to pebble in the North Texas sunshine– when about two metric tons worth of PD officers, SO deputies, and Texas Ranger landed on his back.

Gawd.

LawDog

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15 thoughts on “Oh, come on now …”

  1. And the 2nd one probably wonders why he wound up in prison. Tell him he is too gotdam stupid to be anywhere else.

  2. OH. My. I can’t breathe for laughing!! Thanks, LD! I needed that today.

  5. “State-issued Prison Inmate ID cards. With their TRUE names on the front, beside the mug shots.”

    Are these the MENSA members who so eloquently wrote their hate prose to you, and which you mentioned in your previous post?

    Hee hee! DumAsses!

  6. Oh, lawsy!

    *snicker*

    Which one had to be “Chased”?

    My particular branch of the law enforcement world deals with such geniuses on a daily basis. One of my colleagues sums it up brilliantly: “I come to work every day prepared for eight hours of amusement, and I never go home disappointed!”

  7. Well, at least the first one had the grace to admit the jig was up. Maybe he should get a small cake in appreciation.

    Preferably one with a note in the center saying “No, no file. But thanks for trying.”

  8. *gigglesnort* Was said amscrayed state resident #2 clicking his heels together and saying, “There’s no place like home!” as the DawgPile pounced on him to return him to his rightful, state-funded domicile?

  9. Don’t you miss the days when rounding up strays was a little more challenging?

    But, then again, they must have had more than two brain cells to have been able to break out of the lock-up.

  11. Thanks for the giggle, LawDawg. Good to know that you and your compatriots are on the job.

    MG

  13. I needed that today!

    You just gotta’ wonder about some people.

  14. “they must have had more than two brain cells to have been able to break out of the lock-up.”

    You give them too much credit. They hid in the…wait for it…laundry cart. Appearantly TDC is contracting to do the laundry for an area “institution” and the gate guard dropped the ball when the truck headed out.

  15. Awesome story, thanks. I am going to send the link to my political group.

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