On a lovely fall afternoon, three cop cars pulled up in front of the house. Each of the cops had their hand on their holster and slowly made their way down the street to Steve The Neighbor’s house.
They knocked on his door and talked to him on his front porch. They left awhile later and he remained behind with no handcuffs, no walk of shame, no booking at the station.
A few days later I heard the story of the Popo’s visit.
Steve the neighbor had been getting repeated telemarketer calls. One day he said to one of them…………. “You……people…..make…..me……..so……crazy……..with……all……..this………calling I…….could….kill ….myself.”
Steve, that’s a little dramatic.
The Telemarketer feared he really was going to kill himself and called the local cops to check on him. When the intervention was over and all was fine, Steve The Neighbor had a unique opportunity to take advantage of a limited-time offer for a time-share in the Ozarks if he acted now.
