It was working until he fell through the ceiling and onto the FBI agent, who suffered a broken arm, broken collar-bone and perhaps a concussion. His eyes wouldn’t focus so he couldn’t find his way out of the apartment. He was stumbling around in the hall, when he fell against a door to the next apartment. The lady was hardly dressed and she wasn’t much to look at, but the agent didn’t even notices her, He told her to call the agency for help and gave her the number.
About an hour later the place was being invaded by a dozen agents, they were going thru drawers and searching everything, One of the agents ask if the lady should be strip searched. Hearing that, the lady was all smiles and with a slight glance in her direction, an agent said No! With as little as she was wearing, nothing was showing and he really didn’t want to distract the other agents as they might cut and run. The long nose and the way her upper lip hung down over her mouth and hid the lower lip and jaw was enough to make anyone vomit. The agent couldn’t tell if she only had one eye or if there was two. When she smiled, he only saw one fang and couldn’t tell if there were more. The body smell alone, was enough to make one dizzy. She said her name was Cindy and she looked like she had ran through a fire, several times.
A cat, that looked a lot better than the lady, was brushing up against the agents pant leg and was purring like a smooth running engine in an expensive car.
The agents had to look before they moved a foot, to find a clear place to put their foot down. The place reminded one agent, of the time he had spent with the garbage collection department, which he had forgotten about until now.
It had been a long time since the lady enjoyed so much excitement, she smiled with excitement and knew her rights and demanded to be strip searched. The entire investigating squad had vanished before detective Floyd could assign someone to do the search. He left the apartment without questing the lady further.
At the same time, a man of a suspicious nature was seen getting into a cab only a few blocks away. He appeared to be dragging one foot. Possibly a sprained ankle, and appeared to be favoring one shoulder. He just told the Cab driver to drive, without giving an address.
But what crime had the man committed and why was the agent chasing him? When a man is running and trying to put on his trousers at the same time, there has to be a reason. And with detective Floyd being a good officer of the law, he was going to find out why?
Back at the apartment, where the damage was done to the apartment ceiling, the building supervisor and an insurance agent were making an appraisal of the damage and a note was found on the floor, that must have been dropped during the accident. Written on the note was the address of the apartment next door and the word “ HELP”
So now you are beginning to see the picture! But, what was the crime? The FBI agent could have been chasing a wife’s lover. Nothing was stolen, less it be, maybe the ladies affections. But messing around with a ladies affections is not a crime. The guy was running and had no time to mess with ones affections, especially this lady! It’s no crime to call for help either. Breaking in a door is a crime, but the agent only brushed against it and it came open. Possibly, it hadn’t been closed tightly.
Not all people will come to help someone, when it was called for. But do-gooder’s always try to help and it always makes things worse. Personally, I think the cab driver was at fault, he should not have moved the cab without knowing the address he was going to.
There is no crime committed when a man is late for work and running and trying to put his pants on at the same time! So far, none of the items he lost from his pants pockets have been returned and that is no crime either. See how easy it is for the things you do to be called a crime? Did you know that 99.8 percent of the crimes committed are not punishable by law? The best way to not commit a crime, is to stay in bed, all alone, each and every day. Better yet, buy yourself a small island to live on and allow no-one to set foot on it. Any laws that are broken will be those you make yourself.
Now, May I please have a little cream for my coffee and you need to buy some fresh donuts?
By; Ben R.
July 12, 2009
About an hour later the place was being invaded by a dozen agents, they were going thru drawers and searching everything, One of the agents ask if the lady should be strip searched. Hearing that, the lady was all smiles and with a slight glance in her direction, an agent said No! With as little as she was wearing, nothing was showing and he really didn’t want to distract the other agents as they might cut and run. The long nose and the way her upper lip hung down over her mouth and hid the lower lip and jaw was enough to make anyone vomit. The agent couldn’t tell if she only had one eye or if there was two. When she smiled, he only saw one fang and couldn’t tell if there were more. The body smell alone, was enough to make one dizzy. She said her name was Cindy and she looked like she had ran through a fire, several times.
A cat, that looked a lot better than the lady, was brushing up against the agents pant leg and was purring like a smooth running engine in an expensive car.
The agents had to look before they moved a foot, to find a clear place to put their foot down. The place reminded one agent, of the time he had spent with the garbage collection department, which he had forgotten about until now.
It had been a long time since the lady enjoyed so much excitement, she smiled with excitement and knew her rights and demanded to be strip searched. The entire investigating squad had vanished before detective Floyd could assign someone to do the search. He left the apartment without questing the lady further.
At the same time, a man of a suspicious nature was seen getting into a cab only a few blocks away. He appeared to be dragging one foot. Possibly a sprained ankle, and appeared to be favoring one shoulder. He just told the Cab driver to drive, without giving an address.
But what crime had the man committed and why was the agent chasing him? When a man is running and trying to put on his trousers at the same time, there has to be a reason. And with detective Floyd being a good officer of the law, he was going to find out why?
Back at the apartment, where the damage was done to the apartment ceiling, the building supervisor and an insurance agent were making an appraisal of the damage and a note was found on the floor, that must have been dropped during the accident. Written on the note was the address of the apartment next door and the word “ HELP”
So now you are beginning to see the picture! But, what was the crime? The FBI agent could have been chasing a wife’s lover. Nothing was stolen, less it be, maybe the ladies affections. But messing around with a ladies affections is not a crime. The guy was running and had no time to mess with ones affections, especially this lady! It’s no crime to call for help either. Breaking in a door is a crime, but the agent only brushed against it and it came open. Possibly, it hadn’t been closed tightly.
Not all people will come to help someone, when it was called for. But do-gooder’s always try to help and it always makes things worse. Personally, I think the cab driver was at fault, he should not have moved the cab without knowing the address he was going to.
There is no crime committed when a man is late for work and running and trying to put his pants on at the same time! So far, none of the items he lost from his pants pockets have been returned and that is no crime either. See how easy it is for the things you do to be called a crime? Did you know that 99.8 percent of the crimes committed are not punishable by law? The best way to not commit a crime, is to stay in bed, all alone, each and every day. Better yet, buy yourself a small island to live on and allow no-one to set foot on it. Any laws that are broken will be those you make yourself.
Now, May I please have a little cream for my coffee and you need to buy some fresh donuts?
By; Ben R.
July 12, 2009
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