the young policeman

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The young {seemingly still a teenager - or am I just getting old?} policeman forced me to turn around and find another way to get from A to B. He didn't care about my squeals of woe or my begging. It's an active crime scene, he declared. Get thee gone. So I huffed and puffed, swore a bit {I can be very uncouth when the need arises} and stomped off back the way I had come. A longer route meant that I had to walk faster, but I made it to the second bus stop with about thirty seconds to spare. Hurrah! I was a bit Sweaty Betty, flushed of face and panting, but Hurrah! It's all exercise ... it can only be a Good Thing. And no, it wasn't anything too exciting. Just some stupid ram raiders trying to steal a stupid cash machine from a wall. Humpf. Let's hope the rest of my Wednesday is joyful and lovely.