Just before lunchtime, the two police officers who had responded to the morning's incident came in and asked to speak to the clerk who had fired the gun.
"How is he?" she asked, as she handed over the chrome-plated revolver.
"The chief? He says he never had so much fun in his life," said one of them, in a low voice. "The squibs we got from the community theatre worked perfectly. When we were wheeling him out, he was having trouble keeping his eyes closed and not laughing."
"We should do this every week," said the other cop. Looking at the crowd waiting meekly in the waiting room, he observed, "It looks like it worked really well."
"Yeah," said the clerk, "But if you do it too often, they get used to it."
"Soooo," said the first one, "Lunch? The chief's buying."
"Deal," said the clerk. She grabbed her purse, gave the other clerks the high sign, and left with the two officers.
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