Thursday, February 2, 2012

Dad, Meet Your Daughter's Boyfriend...

Posted by: Blue

Last night we raced to a Residential Break and Enter in progress called in by a neighbour.

We got to the house and there was a pair of shoes, a sweater, and an mp3 player sitting in the snow beneath one of the bungalow's windows.

It didn't look like a B&E.  There was no sign of forced entry, and the window was closed again.  It looked like a teenager sneaking home after being out past curfew.

We knocked.  A groggy male in his mid-forties came to the door.  We explained.  He had a puzzled look on his face.

"That's my daughter's room..."

The shoes were men's skaters.

"I see..."

A fifteen year old girl peeked around the corner of the hallway at us.

A long, awkward pause...

"Ok. Bring him out here.  We need to talk to him."

She shook her head and hid her face with her hands.

"Not asking.  Telling."

She didn't move.  We walked into the room.  There was no one there.  Then I noticed a sock poking out from under the bed... and it appeared to have a foot in it.

"Come out before I come in after you."

The bed started shaking and moving as the lanky teenager tried to clamber out from under the bed.  I had to lift the frame because he was stuck.

We marched him out the door.

"Have you met dad?"


"Meet dad."



We took him home to his mom.  He had been drinking but wasn't drunk.

"Here's the deal.  I won't give you the $700 tag for drinking under age if you man up and introduce yourself to dad properly."


"I'm gonna phone him and make sure."



"That's gonna be awkward."

Yes it is.

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