Story #427
R. Linda:
I needed to unload this news story from last week. Me wife finds this particularly entertaining and won't stop talking about it. It appears that the local constabulary was contacted regarding a complaint about Facebook. Yup, they were. I do wonder what it be like to sit in that one-room station waiting for the phone to ring. I bet they cringe when it jingles. So anyway, they received a call from a local a few roads up, who was being harassed, yes harassed (a favourite word in these parts) by . . . are you ready? By persons unknown who had the balls to post unflattering things about the calling resident on . . . wait for it . . . FACEBOOK!
Oh my God, really? Seriously? One, such as meself, would think the problem be with Facebook, not the local police. But well, that be who was rung up to help. Now, in this case, a reasonable person would likely increase their privacy levels and unfriend the miscreants or close their account if it were all that horrible, but no. The police have nothing better to do, so let's ring 'em up and get them involved; show those miscreants whose Facebook page this really is. Yup.
As soon as the phone at the station was hung up, our two protectors were probably doubled over in laughter. I know I would be. What did they tell our unfortunate Facebook user? Well, first, they asked what the comments pertained to. Then they gave it some thought and told him or her that they advised the resident of our quaint little town very seriously to avoid making comments that would elicit negative postings. Uh DUH! One would, with any degree of common sense, realise that if you say something inflammatory, you often get it back from all comers. Geez.
Here's another one that interested me, and I was thoroughly entertained by hearing of it. About 11 p.m., two people who live together on the other side of town got into a rather heated dispute. One said they were right about something, and the other disagreed, saying no, they were. Well, on a Friday night with no pubs, nothing on the telly, there are times when, up here in these here hills, we are forced to communicate with one another. Yup. And this face-to-face can sometimes lead to getting violent. Well, after a few dishes were thrown in the direction of the dissenting partner, the other feared for their facial features being rearranged and called our two put-upon police officers. By the time the officers arrived, things had cooled down. They returned to the station, settling in for a night of listening to the crickets. BUT surprise! At 2 a.m., the phone rang, and one of the former complainers rang to say that the other was ramming her car. Our minions of the law rushed over, and upon arrival, both complainers were ramming each other's vehicles in the driveway. Yes, bumper cars for real. I dunno! Both were hauled in for disorderly conduct and are on their way to domestic court. I am pleased to report that there were no injuries; however, both vehicles are totalled and are no longer drivable. Makes ya wanna move here, doesn't it?
Gabe
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R. Linda:
I needed to unload this news story from last week. Me wife finds this particularly entertaining and won't stop talking about it. It appears that the local constabulary was contacted regarding a complaint about Facebook. Yup, they were. I do wonder what it be like to sit in that one-room station waiting for the phone to ring. I bet they cringe when it jingles. So anyway, they received a call from a local a few roads up, who was being harassed, yes harassed (a favourite word in these parts) by . . . are you ready? By persons unknown who had the balls to post unflattering things about the calling resident on . . . wait for it . . . FACEBOOK!
Oh my God, really? Seriously? One, such as meself, would think the problem be with Facebook, not the local police. But well, that be who was rung up to help. Now, in this case, a reasonable person would likely increase their privacy levels and unfriend the miscreants or close their account if it were all that horrible, but no. The police have nothing better to do, so let's ring 'em up and get them involved; show those miscreants whose Facebook page this really is. Yup.
As soon as the phone at the station was hung up, our two protectors were probably doubled over in laughter. I know I would be. What did they tell our unfortunate Facebook user? Well, first, they asked what the comments pertained to. Then they gave it some thought and told him or her that they advised the resident of our quaint little town very seriously to avoid making comments that would elicit negative postings. Uh DUH! One would, with any degree of common sense, realise that if you say something inflammatory, you often get it back from all comers. Geez.
Here's another one that interested me, and I was thoroughly entertained by hearing of it. About 11 p.m., two people who live together on the other side of town got into a rather heated dispute. One said they were right about something, and the other disagreed, saying no, they were. Well, on a Friday night with no pubs, nothing on the telly, there are times when, up here in these here hills, we are forced to communicate with one another. Yup. And this face-to-face can sometimes lead to getting violent. Well, after a few dishes were thrown in the direction of the dissenting partner, the other feared for their facial features being rearranged and called our two put-upon police officers. By the time the officers arrived, things had cooled down. They returned to the station, settling in for a night of listening to the crickets. BUT surprise! At 2 a.m., the phone rang, and one of the former complainers rang to say that the other was ramming her car. Our minions of the law rushed over, and upon arrival, both complainers were ramming each other's vehicles in the driveway. Yes, bumper cars for real. I dunno! Both were hauled in for disorderly conduct and are on their way to domestic court. I am pleased to report that there were no injuries; however, both vehicles are totalled and are no longer drivable. Makes ya wanna move here, doesn't it?
Gabe
Copyright © 2011 All rights reserved
Hang on a minute! I just need to understand something. Right, you are telling me two people were trying to kill each other with cars. Where's the sense in that? Don't you have swords?
ReplyDeletewow, it's a lively place you have up there Gabe. Bumper cars? Loonies really took to crashing their cars into each other. WOW
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