Yes kind sr. I will walk in the cold rain and snow.
Why would I want a ride from a stranger?"said the little boy>"
"Gee all I was asking was for you to get in my car,
then we possibly could go for a drive and get some icecream."The school teacher said the the policeman when he was just a little child.
Lets fast forward to the present day.
The wind was hollowin' sock ditry and cold,(not if stinky socks are bad enough, but cold and stinky, man...)
I was just wanting to get home. Freezing my ass off I heard a car, so I turned around to see a cop.
He pulles me into his car and shuts the door. Next thing I realized I awoke outside of a Dairy Queen, in the back seat
of his squad. I felt a huge bump on my head like I was hit by a billy club. Listening to the radio nothing was happening in this small town. The dispatcher from the countywas in deep conversation over the air about how to make box carrot cake taste like real carrot cake. Stunned and very confused I asked mr.policeman what the hell was going on. He said nothing and continued to eat his peanut buster parfet. He glarred back at me and asked if I would like a dilly bar.
I said sure. Then he asked where I lived. I told him where and he took me home. Trying to ask what happened
He screamed really loud and told me to "fuck off." Confused as hell I told him thanks for the dilly bar and left the situation as that.
Moral of the story,
Dont walk home in the cold rain and snow with dirty socks on. You might get a dilly bar from a cop.