Tuesday, February 3, 2009

When a Stranger Calls...

After an uneventful day, I received a phone call tonight. Expecting it to either be a telemarketer or friend, I answered nonchalantly. A masculine monotone voice was on the other end.

"Hello, this is Deputy _____ _______ of the Summit County Sheriff's Department. How are you tonight, sir?"

I think my heart skipped twelve beats. Oh crap, what did I do?! What happened?! I swear I was just sitting here checking email!!

"I'm good...?" I tentatively replied.

Then he launched into a pitch looking for donations for the Fraternal Order of Police. In moments I was off the phone... half relieved, half laughing at myself.

What is it about law enforcement officials that makes us immediately question any possible wrong move we've made in the past decade of life? Now, I haven't committed any crime I should be losing sleep over or panicking about. Yet I automatically assumed the defensive without the blink of an eye.

Yes, it's funny. It's downright hilarious in retrospect. No one is dead. I haven't committed armed robbery. I haven't even trespassed in years! Still, a policeman asking for a donation is enough to drain all color from my face.

Who needs to live in a haunted house? I can scare the pants off myself with a little unsolicited help from the living...


Anonymous said...

LOL nah, I know i have been clean for years so my first thought was, oh shit, who am I going to bail out now.

Cullan Hudson said...

I think the days of "Why, Officer McInnis [he HAS to be Irish, btw :-)], won't ya stay for a cup of joe" are well-behind us. Too much has happened in the intervening years. So much to distrust. It is sad that this should be our natural reaction. Only this morning on CNN, a report arose of a man who was arrested himself for calling the cops on other cops (apparently in the act of wrong-doing themselves).