subtitles, please
george got a phone call sunday night while we were visiting friends that he was needed to secure some evidence for the point township police. interesting...
when we finally arrived at the township building, it was 10:30pm and george had at some point turned the radio station to wvia.
i sat in the car as the following events unfolded to the tune of nocturne and other classical ballads: george and an off-duty officer were talking in front of the pole barn in the glow of the township building's outside light. as they talked i couldn't help but be curious, but i decided to wait for george to finish whatever it was they needed him to do and then let him tell me the story. soon, george and the officer walked into the barn and were gone a couple minutes before they came out. the officer disappeared into the station and returned moments later with a large chain and lock, while george disappeared into the shop and returned carrying a power drill. they went back into the shop again when another off-duty officer came around looking for them. i pointed him in the right direction and soon they were all back and george was going to work drilling long spikes into the pole barn doors to keep anyone from getting in. while he was working, the first officer came and tapped on my window..."want to see what happens when you run from the law?" "sure," i said. i walked into the barn and saw an SUV that had slammed into something head on, and hard! the entire front end was mangled (apparently they also had a car in the shop, but those dealers were slightly more sane and didn't start a high-speed chase). george continued drilling the doors fast, and then they fastened the chain to the door on the end. i've never seen anything like that done to large barn doors before. crazy.
the whole time i was watching from inside the car, it seemed like one of those old silent movies with the music and subtitles moving the plot along (just without the subtitles). i'm glad i didn't have to wait until george could tell me what was going on, because he didn't finishing securing the evidence until 11:30ish.
when we finally arrived at the township building, it was 10:30pm and george had at some point turned the radio station to wvia.
i sat in the car as the following events unfolded to the tune of nocturne and other classical ballads: george and an off-duty officer were talking in front of the pole barn in the glow of the township building's outside light. as they talked i couldn't help but be curious, but i decided to wait for george to finish whatever it was they needed him to do and then let him tell me the story. soon, george and the officer walked into the barn and were gone a couple minutes before they came out. the officer disappeared into the station and returned moments later with a large chain and lock, while george disappeared into the shop and returned carrying a power drill. they went back into the shop again when another off-duty officer came around looking for them. i pointed him in the right direction and soon they were all back and george was going to work drilling long spikes into the pole barn doors to keep anyone from getting in. while he was working, the first officer came and tapped on my window..."want to see what happens when you run from the law?" "sure," i said. i walked into the barn and saw an SUV that had slammed into something head on, and hard! the entire front end was mangled (apparently they also had a car in the shop, but those dealers were slightly more sane and didn't start a high-speed chase). george continued drilling the doors fast, and then they fastened the chain to the door on the end. i've never seen anything like that done to large barn doors before. crazy.
the whole time i was watching from inside the car, it seemed like one of those old silent movies with the music and subtitles moving the plot along (just without the subtitles). i'm glad i didn't have to wait until george could tell me what was going on, because he didn't finishing securing the evidence until 11:30ish.
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