Irony

Yesterday I went to give the police extra documents they had requested. The officer in charge of my case was not there. My friends and I were sent upstairs to his desk. We found our self alone with unmonitored access to this officer’s desk, the officer who the night before had been shocked that I’d left my front door unlocked while I took a shower.

Having left the documents on his desk, we returned downstairs to request a copy of the police report that we could take to local computer shops, in case someone came to sell my computer to them, or to buy a power cord for my computer from them. They told us they were not able to make a copy for us, but that we could take the log and make copies for ourselves. The handed us the police log and we walked right out of the station with it and when down the street and make copies of the applicable pages, and then returned it, marveling at how little the police did to protect their records and the privacy of the citizenry who had reported various incidents.

P.S. This computer I’m using doesn’t have a browser with a spellchecker.