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What a strange weekend it was. After posting my previous entry about my first memory of running into the Police, I encountered them again at the weekend. I was visiting my in-laws, with my husband, and whilst there, they were burgled. We were in the house at the time and didn't hear or see a thing but they got away with a handbag and a laptop. The sheer brass neck of it!
I then heard from David that he saw a celebrity at Gullan golf course. Always excited when I hear of a celebrity being "spotted" I was a bit gutted when it turned out to be Ronnie Corbet!
Over the course of the weekend I collected some more "firsts". I can't tell you how much I enjoy this. Listening to people talk about themselves and their memories of childhood or "firsts" that occured through their adult years. It's a lot of fun and above all most people enjoy sharing their stories.
So here's another first memory of the Police, from a former colleague of mine who was mortified at the memory!
Petrol payment
“Me? I'm a model citizen you know. Never even had a parking ticket! Am I sure? Well, there was this one time, but it was a pure accident really and doesn't count in my book……I was filling my car up with petrol at Safeway's. Its one of those pumps where you have the choice to pay at the pump or at the desk. I had chosen the pump. My mobile went when I was filling up and it turns out to be work. Asking some lengthy question on something or other. I was distracted. I finished the call in my car, still stationary at the petrol station I hasten to add – not driving and using the mobile!. Then drove off back to the office.
The police arrived at the office an hour or so later, asking at the front desk for me. News travels past in that place I can tell you. People knew that the Police were there looking for me.
It turns out, can you believe it, that I'd forgotten to pay the petrol bill, Safeway had taken my car registration and called the Police! I still can't quite believe the Police followed it up – I suppose it's theft legally, but surely there are more important crimes to fight. At some point I'm sure I'd have remember and would have driven back to the petrol station to explain and pay the bill. The Police were OK with me after I explained what had happened and there was no further action – other than the fact that I did return and pay the bill!”
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I remember when I was a student we decided to have a flat warming party after we moved into a new flat. It got so out of hand though, with all these people turning up that nobody really knew. It seemed like people just kept pilingin off the street. I remember the door just kept opening and people saying "come on in, come on in", as you do of course when you're drunk!. We were all quite new to the flat and at the time I thought these people were friends of one of my flatmates.
At 5am I was the only one still up who actually lived in the flat, surrounded by complete strangers. They just wouldn't leave. Kept telling me to chill out. I was so knackered I just wanted bed but they still wouldn't go. It was getting out of hand.
So I called the police! I said that I was a neighbour in the block and that a party was keeping me awake. When they arrived I said I couldn’t get people to leave. So they chucked everyone out.
Can't believe now that I called the Police on my own party!
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