Okay, well not really. I don’t want to deal with all the stuff that T-rex has to deal with. I also don’t think it is good for our girls to grow up in a house with two cops. One is bad enough! But I know just about as much stuff as T-rex does now. I could pass the test thing that they give the cops. I am sure that I could be a good shooter and pass that too. I also think the training sounds good. Mostly I think the training sounds good because it gets me away from the kids for a little!
I have heard him talk about all the stuff they are learning this week and I am sure that I could pass the test. I have already thought of using my new knowledge to get the kids to do as they should.
The local police department has a position opened. I told T-rex I wanted to apply. He just laughed at me and said I couldn’t do it. I think I could do it just fine. . . . I just don’t think I really want to do it. I have no wish to see car crashes, pull over the drunken judge, or deal with the million other stupid things that there are to deal with all in the hope of catching that one bad guy.
Besides that I think one of us needs to still be able to see that the town is not made up of criminals and badge bunnies . . . and that is getting harder and harder for me to do. I think I am starting to like the criminals more.
I could be a cop! I just don’t want to. And I would look fat in a vest anyway.