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August 17, 2007
Fear and Joking in Dolores Park
I'm writing an article about the SFPD's K-9 unit, which means Wednesday found me standing in Dolores Park taking pictures of a couple of cops and three dogs that are trained to kill me where I stand.
I don't know whether you've spent a lot of time around cops. I haven't myself, and frankly they make me nervous. They are armed. I'll say it again. THEY ARE ARMED. I know, I know, it might be tough to explain shooting me for no reason...but conceivably they could do it and get off with just a warning.
When I am nervous I tell a lot of jokes, as my poor in-laws can attest to. (Or "in-loves," as I like to call them, since Gene and I are not married.) When I am nervous around cops, I tell a lot of crime jokes.
"He's really calm today," one of the cops said about her narcotics-sniffing dog. "It's unusual."
"Ha ha! It must be because I didn't take my normal bath! In drugs! This morning! Because I bathe in drugs every morning!"
(I tell BAD crime jokes around cops.)
"Why aren't you wearing your vest?" the other cop asked her, referring of course to her bullet-proof vest.
"I dunno, I normally do," she said.
"You should wear it all the time," he said.
"Yeah," I said. "I might be packing heat." Ha ha ha, we all laughed. "After all, this is a really big purse," I added. Ha ha ha, I laughed, while my new cop friends eyed me with sudden suspicion.
In retrospect, it is probably unwise to try and be funny around people with guns. And dogs. I was allowed to pet the dogs, but now I'm thinking that was just so they could get my scent for later, when the chasing and fear happens.
Posted by didofoot at August 17, 2007 07:38 AM
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