Detective Steve
365 Days - Day 346/Some Days...
...I'm reminded of the elements that led me to this line of work and the circumstances that have kept me in it.
Suffice to say I tend to encounter some interesting characters, some not even directly related to my work but are there as a consequence of my work.
For instance, on this night I was out chasing around trying to find and serve notice of a lawsuit on an 84 year old man. I was in a hellish suburb known locally for big hair, chewing tobacco, gum chewing women, and a deep and abiding love of NASCAR. Not a place I would readily frequent were it not for trying to hunt down a negligent geezer.
At the end of the night I'm starving and run across this 50's type diner place and I decide I'm up for a burger and a shake.
I'm sitting at the counter and my order is taken by a beautiful young woman in her early 20's. She has so many piercings that briefly envision the carnage that would ensue if she ever got too close to an MRI. That's followed by the thought of a zombie faced TSA guy wanding her at an airport metal detector.
After taking my order she comes back, leans over the counter and looks piercingly into my eyes and asks me, "Do you notice anything odd about me?"
This is the kind of straight line you wait a million years for. I wanted to tell her that she could probably improve my TV reception by just being in the room. I wanted to tell her that if she ever went missing she be easy to find because every metal detector in a 10 mile radius would tune in on her.
Instead I answer her honestly and tell her she's beautiful, however, a tattoo would complement her hardware quite nicely (tattoos on women are the 2nd most sexy thing in the entire universe).
To which she says, "Omg, I don't how anyone could mark up their body like that!" Go figure. Turns out two of her piercings are new and slightly infected. She confides in me that to her, they feel hugely swollen and she imagines them leaking gobs of puss.
I tell her she looks fine and, if I was 20 years younger, I'd get a big magnet and hold her in place with it until she gave me her phone number.
She upsizes my shake to the million calorie size and tells me to come back and flatter her anytime.
I think it's the crazy moments that feel like I'm in a movie scene that keep me going.
BTW, this was shot with the camera in my new cell phone and was quite noisy. So, lots of post production anti-noise work has left me with this weird look and seems to have erased my facial hair.
365 Days - Day 346/Some Days...
...I'm reminded of the elements that led me to this line of work and the circumstances that have kept me in it.
Suffice to say I tend to encounter some interesting characters, some not even directly related to my work but are there as a consequence of my work.
For instance, on this night I was out chasing around trying to find and serve notice of a lawsuit on an 84 year old man. I was in a hellish suburb known locally for big hair, chewing tobacco, gum chewing women, and a deep and abiding love of NASCAR. Not a place I would readily frequent were it not for trying to hunt down a negligent geezer.
At the end of the night I'm starving and run across this 50's type diner place and I decide I'm up for a burger and a shake.
I'm sitting at the counter and my order is taken by a beautiful young woman in her early 20's. She has so many piercings that briefly envision the carnage that would ensue if she ever got too close to an MRI. That's followed by the thought of a zombie faced TSA guy wanding her at an airport metal detector.
After taking my order she comes back, leans over the counter and looks piercingly into my eyes and asks me, "Do you notice anything odd about me?"
This is the kind of straight line you wait a million years for. I wanted to tell her that she could probably improve my TV reception by just being in the room. I wanted to tell her that if she ever went missing she be easy to find because every metal detector in a 10 mile radius would tune in on her.
Instead I answer her honestly and tell her she's beautiful, however, a tattoo would complement her hardware quite nicely (tattoos on women are the 2nd most sexy thing in the entire universe).
To which she says, "Omg, I don't how anyone could mark up their body like that!" Go figure. Turns out two of her piercings are new and slightly infected. She confides in me that to her, they feel hugely swollen and she imagines them leaking gobs of puss.
I tell her she looks fine and, if I was 20 years younger, I'd get a big magnet and hold her in place with it until she gave me her phone number.
She upsizes my shake to the million calorie size and tells me to come back and flatter her anytime.
I think it's the crazy moments that feel like I'm in a movie scene that keep me going.
BTW, this was shot with the camera in my new cell phone and was quite noisy. So, lots of post production anti-noise work has left me with this weird look and seems to have erased my facial hair.