Stopped today at the store on the way home to pick up some things for dinner and soup for my wife (who isn't feeling so well). It was the tail end of a training day, so I wasn't in my regular uniform but still had the badge and gun showing so it wasn't hard to figure out who I happen to be.
So I get to the register and the young-ish cashier asks "Oh, are you an officer?"
"Yeah, I am. Just a job really," trying to head off any further conversation when I just want to get home and don't feel too chatty.
At which point she kind of giggles and says "Oh, don't be silly. Don't you know every girl has a thing for cops and firefighters?" This said with a strange smile as she rings up my order.
Now I would like to stress here that I really can't recall being hit on at work ever, especially because of my uniform and job - and I would like to think it's because I have generally worked the high-crime and drug project areas of town, and not because of any particular hideousness on my part thank-you-very-much! But I was starting to get slightly creepified by all this, as Jayne would say...
Figuring I would deflect whatever this was easily enough my response was "Ummm, sure, but everyone likes the firemen more, it's no big thing," trying to laugh it off.
"Not me! I like the cops, in fact I want to collect the whole set!" with what I can only say was an attempt at an alluring smile...
At this point I think I made the fastest grocery store exit by a paying customer in years.
Just a few ramblings from a confused guy. Former military, former cop. Husband. Father. Student. Role playing gamer, on intermittent weeks. Avid reader. Internet addict. Small "l" libertarian. Too many others to mention. The views and opinions expressed herein are my own, and do not reflect those of any official agency or government or species. Names have been changed to protect the guilty; God protects the innocent as a matter of course.
“May have been the losing side. Still not convinced it was the wrong one.”
"This report is maybe 12-years-old. Parliament buried it, and it stayed buried till River dug it up. This is what they feared she knew. And they were right to fear because there's a whole universe of folk who are gonna know it, too. They're gonna see it. Somebody has to speak for these people. You all got on this boat for different reasons, but you all come to the same place. So now I'm asking more of you than I have before. Maybe all. Sure as I know anything I know this, they will try again. Maybe on another world, maybe on this very ground swept clean. A year from now, 10, they'll swing back to the belief that they can make people . . . better. And I do not hold to that. So no more running. I aim to misbehave." ~ Captain Malcom Reynolds
Thursday, November 12, 2009
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You have never had a badge bunny problem? Wow, I had to beat them off with sticks. And, trust me, it was only because of the uniform
Ewww. She sounds desperate and icky at the same time.
Yep SigBoy I've never had an issue with badgebunnies - like I said I blame working midnights in the projects for it - I could count the number of normal, attractive women I encountered at work on one hand with fingers left over...
My hubs has had a few badge bunnies hit on him—female, and male.
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