Me macking and I technically am not even sure what macking is. Seriously, check out the smiling countenance and general radiant glow of this female security agent giving me a not so hard time. Maybe her female energy actually understood the truth of the situation and she felt compelled to be compassionate towards me.
Earlier this week after reading the post about me in the cuffs Spokejunky spoke up and I did not get mad.
spokejunky said:
You don't fool me. You wanted the lady cop to slap the cuffs on you. "My name's Billy. I'll be your pizza delivery boy today."
You read that one like a book Spoke. The lady cop is actually an armed with a .9mm Security Contractor that saw what happened from down the block while on another security assignment and then she came over to do her own investigation. When she realized that I was a bike messenger she gravitated towards my inner light and offered to keep me secure during the fiasco. What a good job she did because I could have not felt more secure than I was at that moment.
4 comments:
"What I good job I did"
I win today.
Thad loses.
Bastard. Why does Thad lose?
"'scuse me while I whip this out."
Is that a .45 in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?
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