The great barn take over.

I was working one holiday and it also was a full moon. The crazies come out of the wood works on a full moon. I got this call to go to a  ladies house that pollacks had taken over her barn. I went to the ladies house and she expained that she couldn’t milk the cows because a bunch of pollacks had taken over her barn and would not leave. The lady escorted me out to the barn and I saw nothing but she saw a bunch of pollacks. I thought real fast and told her that we shuold be able to scare them off if I shot my gun. I fired a shot in the air and told her that should do it and I left. One hour later I got another call to the same residence that the pollacks had come back to the barn. So I went back out to the residence and told the lady that we had undercover officers coming and they should take care of the problem and I left again. I went to the Sheriff’s Office and the same lady called me and said that she did not see any undercover officers. I told her they were hid so well that she probalbly would not be able to see them. She ask me what their names were and I  told her I could not tell her or it would blow their cover and they could not be under cover agents anymore.  She seemed satisfied and I hung up. She called back in about 30 minutes  and said that the pollacks were still in her barn. I told her I would radio the undecover agents and tell them to run them off no matter what it took to get the job completed.  The lady called back in about 45 minutes and told me thanks for all my help. She stated that the undercover agents rushed the barn and shot all of the pollacks dead. I told her she was welcome and to call me anytime. The problem with this story is there were no pollacks. no undercover agents and no rushing of the barn and a bunch of dead pollacks. It was a full moon though and I had another satisfied citizen. After all thats what cops are for , even to protect citizens from invisible pollacks.

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  • pinkbutterfly on May 24, 2009

    There are so many crazy people out there. But if you ask me I think we are all a little bit on the line of sane and insane.
    I worked at an assisted living home for a while. I remember one lady used to come to my desk and asked me if I’d seen her mother. Everytime I told her no she would break out in tears. Not so funny but I can sorta of relate.

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