A number of folks I hang out with are Law Enforcement, for various reasons. It doesn't always make me popular with some crowds but the ones I know are the best people and I'm proud to know them and to have worked alongside some of them along the way.
It's a tough job, it's a stressful job, and sometimes, well sometimes, you just do what you can to relieve a little tension.
The names in this story have been changed, but any of you who were growing up in the mid 70's will know exactly what I'm talking about in this MUCH more recent tale.
"B" was a little tuckered out and moving slow, trying to get a bite to eat as a call went out on the radio to all of the locals - there was a complaint and a possible danger to the public in this dark, flat land. Having busted down its stall perhaps, "a pony running free in the roadway".
Laughing, "B" grabs the cellphone and hits the call button for the the local LEO dispatch as the young and "wet behind the ears" Deputy is accepting the call on the radio.
"It's "B", I'll pay you $5 to get on the radio and say the pony's name is Wildfire..."
It wasn't 5 seconds later..
"Complainant advises pony's name is Wildfire."
You could almost hear the laughter across the county and the diligent young man does NOT put it together.
On scene, he even confirming with the horse's owners that the name was, indeed, Wildfire so that he could accurately note it in the report. Word is the owners just looked at him like he was perhaps a bit strange. It wasn't until he had closed out the call and was back at headquarters asking, "What did it matter what its name was. . . . . .?"
"oh, damn it!"
You all have a safe day out there, be mindful of flooding and wind and watch out for ponies in the road (rear ending a pinto never turns out well).