The art of Kevin Blythe Sampson

THE ART OF
KEVIN BLYTHE SAMPSON

8/8/09

tales from the past two stories.....a cops sense of humor................

 

Story 1:The notification

All of that talk about cops

has sparked my old mind

into recalling stuff

I couldn’t before

Some would say

the end is near

Others

that I am going senile

What ever the case

I am going back to my police days

To tell a few short stories that

still make me laugh

Until this day

Now remember

this is a cops sense of humor

Memorial moments

Ok I was a big strapping black guy

200 pounds of muscle

Or close

I was strong as a bull

they called me cave man

As a kid

Anyway I was thinking of one of my partners

A good looking red headed Irish guy

Who always had a smile on his face

He was married to a beautiful Puerto Rican woman

And Had a great family

A really nice guy and a tough cop to boot

Anyway he Had a great sense of humor

One night we get a call

About 200 in the morning

a guy had just been killed in Plainfield new jersey

during a robbery

We had to do a dreaded

notification

What is that

When you have to

Walk up to a strangers front door

And tell them

That some thing terrible has happened

It is disturbing

And emotional

And is probably what helps to make a lot of cops

Just a little bit mad

I hated them

But you get used to notifications

just like the rest of the job

Anyway

me and my Irish partner

Get the call

The guy was a black guy

A security guard that had

just been killed in a robbery

We had to go to his house

Ok I told you this

Here we are

are riding there

my partner

Is cracking jokes

o lighten the mood

Ok lets just walk up to the door

And tell a joke

Then we can tell her that her husband is dead

We are few blocks away

He just keeps them coming

Hey lets just take his clothes down off the clothes line

And tell her that her wash load will be lighter

I cant tell a joke

As you have noticed

But he could

anyway

And you have had to had been there

The Irish can surely tell a story

Poets to the man

Anyway

The Irish

are truly some of the craziest

Toughest cops I have ever known

Anyway we pull up to the door

Laughing at every thing now

slowly walking up that well maintained path

covered with flowers and life

Trying not to laugh

Not at the poor woman

but at the situation

Enough enough

excuses this is cops tale

anyway

We get closer to the door

My sides are hurting

I am cramping up

Tear streaming down my fat cheeks

Fighting back laugher

Hard as hell but not succeeding

I put on my straight cop face

My partner puts on his

We ring the bell

And woman opens the door

She is white and German obviously

I know this because If there is a language I could

Probably speak if I tried its German

Don’t ask me why

This big ole fraulien

With a tuff of hair on her

Almost bald palate

Looks at us confused

My partner has a straight face on now

as do I

Anyway takes one look at this homely woman

And says your your…….

some thing terrible has happened

To your husband……………..laugher

He looks at me and really

starts laughing

I mean howling

He cant stop

And I try

But I take one look at him

And run away from the door

I cant hold it in

I run around the corner

And fall to the ground laughing

Screaming

Its like 200 am in the morning

And here I am

fat ass cop on the lawn

of some one house on the ground rolling around

like a child

Laughing hysterically

I finally compose my self

After several minutes

I am partly horrified at my actions

More concerned about the repercussions

Were she to call the chief of police

To tell him of two crazy cops

Who laughed at her

My reputation was already crazy

So I didn’t need this shit

Anyway

I returned to the front door

Dreading this part a whole lot now

I found the front door to be wide open

My partners inside

He is composed now

Anyway it

Turns out this woman was a war bride

And s she spoke mostly German

Very little English in fact

It saved our asses

So she missed out of what was going on

A neighbor

Her sister who lived next door

She sees the cops and comes over

She tells her sister what had happened

The scream

the sorrow

the cops life for sure

We go outside on the front steps

Look at each other

And continue laughing this time

running to the safety

Of the police car

We wont be heard

Those were the days where you could inform people

Of a loss and move on

They rethought this after some one actually hurt themselves

After being notified

So in the future you had to stay with folks

Until a priest or a neighbor could take over

anyway

This is a True story

I probably cant tell it

as funny as it happened

Story #2 a roll in the hay

OK Ok I have got to tell just One more

This same partner and I are returning

from a jail run

Dropping a prisoner off at the union county jail

Anyway we get into Garwood new jersey

And as we are passing this tavern

We see a guy that we have tons of warrants on

Standing out front

We call headquarters

We are out of town after all

and inform them

They tell us to detain the guy this guy

He Is a big fuck

a biker

Long stringy hair

Six feet two or so and about 250 pounds

Anyway we sneak up on him

He is a bit drunk every though

Its about 200 in the after noon

It had been raining very hard this day

And their were large ponds of water

Mud holes in fact

In the front of this bar

I walk up to the guy

Putting on my best cop voice

Every cop has a come along line

A line to let some one know

that if they don’t do what they say

They are in trouble

Mine was and I changed them frequently

They were influenced by popular culture

A song a saying

anyway

this was about 1986 or so

my line was

hey………. you want to boogie

Anyway we confront the guy

and he is being crude and rude and

To put it simply

A asshole

I attempt to grab him and he yells

Get the fuck off me

I grab him again

And say my line

that I have been waiting to say for weeks

You want to boogie

He says hell yea

And jumps towards me

Now I told you I can fight

So I got him to the ground

All the while my partner is laughing

Not helping just laughing

The red headed fuck

Laughing

You want to boogie

You want to boogie

What the hell is that

He says to me over and over

I am now in the puddle of water

In mud and slime

Still rolling around with the guy

Finally my partner

still laughing mind you

Walks back to the police car

Still laughing

He Gets his night stick out

Walks back to my panting ass

And cracks the guy on the back

Hard as hell

The guy just stops and gives up

My partner handcuffs him

Leads him back to the car

I am still sitting in water

soaked

Embarrassed

and angry

The red head just keeps on laughing

until

I start laughing

He could always do this to me

A cops sense of humor

God these were fun times

A couple of days in the life

In the good ole days

Before you got sued or indicted

auf Wiedersehen

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