All is comfortable in the poker machine room. Dinner & the bulk of customers are long gone, a few regulars are punting away happily.
Then a young man begins to punctuate his playing with loud, exaggerated sniffing noises. Then he begins to speak:
"I smell something... "
"Yes, definitely smell something"
"ahh.. it is pork..."
"Has someone left a pig on a spit or something? The pork smell is really strong.... ohhhh"
This goes on, nothing else is said, & it is as if the young man is speaking to himself.
But we all know what is going on, we can hardly believe our ears, this young man is sticking his neck out......
.....Two machines down, now sitting ramrod straight, is Sgt. Burns.
Completely ignoring the series of pork & swine references, he waits until Mrs. Burns gets up & goes into the bar for a drink.
Then Sgt. Burns (a non-drinker) puts down his coffee, extends his left arm along the back of the stools & speaks directly to the young man:
"Be at the police station before 10am tomorrow, report to me. Got that, dickhead?"
The following day at 3 minutes past 10am Sgt. Burns & 2 ramrod straight constables march into the Wayside Tavern.
"Who was that dickhead who annoyed me last night?" Shrug from Mine Host... he was a face in the crowd to me.
"Well, 10am has come & gone, he failed to front up, now he is going to feel some pain."
For most of that day, the Sergeant & two Constables do nothing but search for the pork sniffer.
By lunchtime they have his identity, address, place of work & have formed a plan to begin making life in this town a world of inconvenience for this young man.
At varous times during that day the 3 police call in to the Wayside Tavern, to check if the pork sniffer is back playing the poker machines. They update us on the progress of the "case".
Mine Host & his staff say nothing, but behind the straight mask of our faces, we are wondering what would be the police response if we went accross to the station & reported that last night someone in the pub had made a rude remark about us ..............
1 comment:
Well we know "mine host" has no great love for the police and perhaps rightly so.
However, I have never had much time for the cowards who the only time they feel brave enough to take you on is when they have had a gutful of grog.
Reminds me of the dog who threatened and abused me when I was out with the wife and kids. The "hero" felt safe in knowledge I was not going to get into brawl with my children present.
Still he was somewhat surprised when I showed up on HIS doorstep at 5 am the next morning. Funny how things look different in the morning.
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