From today’s ABQJournal:
“New Mexico Motor Transportation Division officers have discovered 1,200 pounds of marijuana packed in cans labeled as Pacific Green Spinach…”
I actually think that is a little bit ingenious….except for the part about “An alert inspector noticed that only a few of the cans were labeled, and that the weight printed on the side of the cans didn’t match the actual weight…”
Oops.
For you, my friend, since we share a sick sense of humor about flaming squirrels.
I bring you…raccoons that can’t be tased.
“Raccoon unfazed by cop’s Taser during wild chase”
Best line of the article:
“‘While unlocking the back door, the suspect (karen’s note: suspect = a raccoon!) ran at Officer Ek,’ the police report says.”
Hee.
And so the officer fired his taser like a rock star from “Cops“
Only the tase didn’t phase the “suspect”, and he it took off.
At least he it didn’t burst into flames.
Whuttre YOU looking at?
From today’s ABQjournal:
“When Christopher Lucero was stopped by State Police for weaving in and out of traffic on Interstate 40, authorities say he had an excuse: His passenger spilled his beer, he told the officer.”
Yeah, man! It’s not MY fault I zigged across four lanes of traffic! My buddy spilled his beer!
One of four open containers found in the car.
Needless to say, APD doesn’t have a sense of humor about such things.
Oh Fair New Mexico…we gotta do something about the drunk driving in our state. Because whatever we’re doing now isn’t working…
edit…faboo, this little tidbit made Yahoo’s “Odd News”. Good times.
Was sitting at my desk at work, drumming my fingers on the faux wood surface wondering, “What on earth can I post about in my blog today”…and not finding many answers.
That’s when nature (and two cups of hot tea) called and I was forced to rise from my desk and use the facilities. I walked along thinking, “I need a topic, I need a topic, I need a topic”.
I went over to the other half of the building since the loo near me was being serviced by the faboo janitorial team.
When I went into the “other side” I noticed that the door to what I thought was a janitorial closet (and is always tightly closed) was slightly open. It’s NEVER open. Being the nosy Nellie that I am, I peeked in there.
Little did I know that there’s a shower and a small set of lockers in this building! I looked over the lockers and noticed that all you gotta do is slap a lock on the locker of your choice.
Nice.
So *immediately* my fiction writer brain thought “god…what a great place to stash something…”
Remember when airports and bus stations used to have lockers where, for the fee of one quarter, you could stash your suitcase or whatever for a bit while you did something else?
Whatever happened to those? They made for GREAT plot points in MANY a mystery story.
How the bad guy would stash the murder weapon there and thought he got away with it but no, he couldn’t resist going BACK to the locker and by now the police were tailing him and he gets flat *busted* there in the Greyhound station, red handed, red faced, red wristed when the cuffs get slapped on.
It was fun. It was convenient! It was a great hiding place.
Why don’t we have them anymore? 9-freaking-eleven, that’s why.
Ok, so no more in bus station and airports, but now THIS find. I bet they don’t check these lockers here at work all that often. I could put damning evidence like receipts from surreptitious wire transfers and plots to take over the world with my fleet of robot drones!
Ah hahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!
Oh, @#$%…..I guess I can’t do it now. I just published my idea on the interwebs.
*sigh*
Back to work.
