Statie

The building I work in is near the top of a hill that overlooks route 128 (that’s interstate 95 to you non-locals).  There is nothing but a little stretch of grass on a steep slope between the building and the highway.  My desk is on the top floor and I sit at a window that overlooks the road.

At this very moment there is a Massachusetts State Trooper parked in the Northbound breakdown lane, right in front of my window.  I very desperately want to make a Super Troopers joke right meow, but nothing is coming to me.  I feel so ashamed of myself.

Meow, I would be very surprised if the police officer, or officers, in that car are as clever and funny as the Vermont Staties in the movie, but I still expect those guys have some pretty funny stories to tell.  I have very limited experience with social situations that include off duty cops, but if I have learned anything in my few encounters… those cats have some seriously funny stories.

They have been parked there for about 20 minutes now.  What are they doing?  Are they acting as a speed trap?  Just lying in wait for some random unlawful behavior?  Are they investigating a crime?  Is it possible the state has dispatched them to solve the case of the tanking of the Boston Bruins who as of last night have lost five games in a row and seen their point cushion in the standings drop from 10 to one and who are now in grave danger of losing their playoff spot with only seven games left in the regular season?  I’d like to think that Massachusetts’ finest are on that case, but I tend to believe that it is a mystery that we’ll never be able to solve.

Fin