Okay, we didn’t fly away. We WERE on a private jet, flown by Lala’s really super cool dad (who also wears super cool sunglasses, like she does), but we were on the tarmac, and the door was open. But it was fun.
I still have no time to blog. Have to be in for a 14 hour shift for my Monday (had one full day off this week — it was nice) in about two hours, so I’m hurrying. I must go for a run or I might never run again.
But I’ll let MaryB in Richmond (not to be confused with MaryB in Seattle — for a while I thought she had two houses, far apart) blog for me today.
With her permission:
I wasn’t actually expecting to talk to a police dispatcher during
police dispatcher appreciation week, but then nobody *ever* expects to talk
to a police dispatcher.
A NON-EMERGENCY call.
My David was heading off to the Prom, wearing the most gorgeous tux on
earth and driving Richard’s 1949 Mercury….and smiling such that bugs
got in his teeth. I’m following him to the date’s house, for the
traditional picture-taking session, then they will go off to dinner and I
will come home.
Except that the 1949 Mercury decided it wasn’t all that excited about
the Prom after all, and cut off. On the busiest road in the area. And,
did I mention the tux?
But the good news was that I was behind him. I handed him *my* keys,
said "Go. I’ll figure it out," and sent him on his way. Not quite as
smiley, but then…stuff happens.
I found me a ride home, and at the suggestion of the friend who drove
me I called the non-emergency number to report the car and to beg them
not to tow it. (You don’t just hook up and tow a 1949 Mercury…that
would just be wrong.)
The guy I was talking to was really nice, and
assured me that nobody would ticket or tow it tonight.
And then I said "And I hear that this is National Police Dispatcher
Appreciation Week, and for all you do let me just say ‘Thank you!’" He
loved it! I told him I have a friend who’s a dispatcher and she had
asked all her friends to remember to say something, if the opportunity
arose. Then he said "Well, I’m sorry that the opportunity arose, but it
was nice of you to remember!"
So David is off to the prom in a Ford Focus wagon (with a stick shift,
though, so it’s not all bad).
Hard to know which is more
gorgeous: the handsome 17 year old in the tux, or the handsome 56 year old in
the seafoam green paintjob!
I couldn’t wait to get home and let you know of my NPDAW festivity!
And quickly, here’s what my WONDERFUL family got me for our week of appreciation:
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