[hotrodgirl]

My husband was a police officer here for 27 years. One day he returned home from work and almost immediately received a call from the station to return. My hubby was 6'4 and built like a fullback, so no one really messed with him. He asked why and they said they had a "situation with a prisoner". Still in uniform, he took off and returned home a half hour later. How bad was it, I asked? He proceeded to tell me that they had some idiot standing on a desk kicking and screaming that he knew karate. Bunch of rookies standing around trying to figure out how to get him down. That's when someone called my Larry to remedy the situation. So I asked what he'd done to get back home so quickly. It was easy, he told me. I just took out my baton, whacked his knees, and told him that while he may know karate, I was an expert in nightstick! That story made the rounds for many years!!