First let me clarify… I am in no way involved in the report.
We were at a bar-b-que enjoying the fine Texas atmosphere of cold beer, half drunk women draped across boisterous manly men, who raved about their heroes on the football field. Ya know, Basic Texas stuff.
We were joined by a couple of Houston’s finest, Boys in Blue. (the Law)
It wasn’t long before they too had cups of …ummm… soda (yeah I am sure they wouldn’t be drinking on the job)
One of the officers began telling of a report that he had to file some time back. It was a terrible accident scene. The rider of the motorcycle had been thrown off his bike and an arm severed.
The officer said, “I found his arm laying in the esplanade, but I didn’t know how to spell esplanade, so I picked the arm up and tossed it in the ditch.”
I almost did an un-lady-like thing and spit my drink all over the place. It was so funny hearing him explain. (not funny that some poor soul was had his arm severed and was killed.) But funny that the officer was so…
I don’t even know how to describe him… It sounded like a screwball twisted line from Scary Movie.
The funny part was knowing it was a real event. Life is funnier than any writer could ever imagine in a script. (well, it is for me in my Twilight Zone existence)