You can laugh, it,s ok, you werent there NF

[misfish]

100% true story

 

Ever have one of those, stay or run feelings ?

I had my 6 month eye check up by the specialist this morning. I am always early just to see if I can get in and out and get those darn drops out of my vision system. Blind for an hour it would seem. So like any other visit,I am early. Walk down the hall and go and open the door . I see black and then the loud alarm sirens. Oh crap this is not going to be good. I look up along the hall way for cameras. Then I think to myself,wait,my finger prints are on the handle. Do I run ? Do I stay ? Lady comes out of the office next door. See,s me and I say I just open the door . She says they don't open for another 1/2 hour and I get the " criminal look " stare. I say I did nothing wrong. She then says, THE POLICE WILL BE HERE VERY SOON. HMMMMM, do I stay, or do I go ? With the alarm still going off, I am waiting for the blues to show up anytime . I  knew I would not be in trouble, but all that went through my head was a cop showing up with gun drawn.  Do I stay ,or do I go ? So I decided I best just stay, sit down in the hall with my hands on my head ., Learning from all those you tubers,I had my cell in hand and ready to hit record. 10 minutes goes by and no one shows. Alarm shuts off. Ok, maybe GIT turned it off . That was the sticker on the door for their security system.  It,s now 8:32. I am still in the hall,no one else around . Do I try to open again ? Ah no. I knock 3 times and wait. Someone opens the door and I am asked why are you knocking ? OMG REALLY ? After telling the gals what happen, (  They had no clue what happen )     they tell me, oh ya, the cleaners sometimes forget to lock up. My doc comes in the room and says he got a call about the alarm going off. I said ya,I set it off . He says, that was you ? I said ya,  Sorry about that . He says no charge for the visit today. I laughed and said  cool. Both chuckle as it,s covered by OHIP.

 

Best part of the whole thing, no blues showed up and me eyes are doing well . Just need to chill more and keep the blood pressure down so I do not get those stupid retina migraines.

 

 

[Fisherman]

Well, about 45 years ago, a fire fighter buddy and I were driving down the road,  under speed limit,  QPP red lights stopped us, .38 in driver door, .12 ga in back window.  French not that great at the time,  I told guy with .38 christ I'm an Army cop, badge in right rear pocket, the other guys a F/F.  Short version, they thought we just robbed a bank.   I'm driving a VW bug for god sake.  

[npt1]

January 1971,  I worked a Sunday 7-3 shift and had plans to go look at a car I was thinking about buying.

Very cold day and my car in the parking lot has a flat tire LR,  then lug nuts are all really tight and as each

one breaks loose on the studs, that sends a painful sensation up my arms,  finally get tire changed and I am really cold now.

Driving to Beamsville on  QEW and my oil warning light comes on, back in the day and on a Sunday, no gas stations open on highway.

Had to divert to #8 and hunt up a place to buy some oil, finally found a place and put in 2 quarts of oil.

Now its really dark and I am looking for farm house address in a place that I know nothing about, no cell phones back then.

lucky for me I ask at a house and get the direction I needed, arrive at the farm and there are cars parked every which way, guy

is having a family re-union , lots of people,  knock on the door and speak to the car owner, plan is I will keep car for a day to see if I like it.

cant locate the damn keys and we look for about half an hour, find them, go outside and start the car and leave the farm in Beamsville.

Look at the gas guage and its on fumes, take the 50 road exit to go the highway 8 for fuel and the car runs out of gas on the exit ramp.

I am still cold and have not had anything to eat since noon,  I see a house light away off the distance and walk to it and knock on the door.

2 elderly ladies wont allow me in to use the phone to call the car owner for help, after 15 minutes of sweet talking, they finally allow me in.

I find the car owners number in the phone book and call him to come and get me,  on the phone I can hear that he is drunk due to re-union at his house,

I thank the ladies and walk back to the stalled car,  oh oh , OPP is parked on the ramp and is not a happy camper that the car is on the ramp.

I tell him the owner is on his way with gasoline and I will be on my way soon, then I realize that the owner is intoxicated and  on his way.

Owner  shows up and its so cold that the OPP officer stays in his cruiser, put gas in the tank and down the carb but the battery dies and now

we have to turn the car he came in and turn it around on the ramp to boost the dead battery, Cop is fuming in his car.

Got the car started , OPP left the scene and I told the car owner I did not want the car, we go back to his  farm and I say bye bye.

Get into my car but cant turn it around due to more family members have arrived, so I have to reverse back to the road down a long 

dark driveway and yes I go off the driveway and into the ditch, cant get out, go back to the farm house and explain my woes,

He says no problem, just use his tractor to pull me out, cant find tractor key , look for 10 minutes to find them, go to barn and tractor

wont start, fiddle with it for half an hour and it fires up.

Get car out and finally get home in Hamilton ant 11.30 PM,  very cold and hungry not to mention uptight,

This is true story, I thought about calling Hollywood and asking if they could make a movie about it,  what a horrible day it was.

 

[ketchenany]

No worries B, they would have loved you for a fishing spot, but NOT the good one.

many years ago in the Parry Sound area we were ready to go to our camp in the islands  and sure enough an OPP boat pulls up to do a check! We had nothing  to worry about so the conversation got light.

One of my buddies asks “how are  the mosquitos out there”, don’t they pull out their guns and point them, “had  no problems, we have these.”  

 

[Old Ironmaker]

Both you and npt1 had bad days. I have to say in my past days of youth if an alarm went off I never had to decide stay or go. What's wrong with you Brian, when in doubt book it. I always new the response time, all undependable radios and analogue then, but never hung around long enough to have a conversation with someone there. 

Man that could be the start of a screenplay npt1. I bet you had to go back in the next morning at the steel plant to boot. It couldn't happen on a nice summer evening. They didn't even ask you to join the party and to make it worse you didn't like the car, oh man.

I have a few stories but you will need to pay to see the movie and up the 20 bucks for a bag of popcorn. But I'll give you something from the trailer.

It's 1972 and I'm fresh out of High School on a partial scholarship to Youngstown State in Ohio. I get a part time weekend job lined up for me by a distant cousin of my Grand Mothers from Buffalo working for a guy that owns cigarette machines and Pin Ball machines they put in bars back then. My job was to go from bar to bar and empty the machines of dimes and quarters put it in a bag and take it back to the office and put it all in a change counter. Never allowed to count it. I'm to young, full of testosterone and fit to even think once about getting jacked up, no one ever even looked my way when I had that bag of money and everyone slumped against the tables and bar knew there was money to be had. Most were totally effed up Viet Nam vets high on something and low on esteem. Coming from Hamilton we never saw that stuff, I really felt for these guys and what really struck me most was these poor guys were only a few years older than me. I'm told to stay home during the day one Saturday but come in at mid night. We all put on coveralls with the names stitched on them, mine say Jimmy.  I get in a van with 2 guys I never met and don't know their names, the van has a telephone company logo on the sides. I can small the fresh paint that might not even be dry yet. We drive out of town about an hour and the van stops in a dark shut down for the weekend industrial part of the town. The 2 guys I don't know their names get out and tell me to jump up front and stay in the truck and keep it running, never shut the truck off, never. They put up a ladder on the side of a telephone pole and the skinny guy not the fat guy climbs the ladder and the fat guy holds it. Not 10 minutes later a newer Chevy pulls up and 2 guys in long coats get out and knock on the window where I sit. They ask "What's going on here son?" Since I don't have a clue I don't lie and say "Ï don't really know sir I'm a trainee." They go to the pole, each pull out revolvers and tell my I don't know their name partners to get down from the pole and stand against their car." My partners say something to them I don't hear and they put their guns away and tell them to follow them. I get in the back and ask my new pals "What the F is going on? "Don't worry kid these guys are locals and from now on your name is Bob, they think we are feds, you are a trainee like I told you and you don't know Jack squat." I tell them my coveralls say "Jimmy" on them. The one guy turns and growls "Trainees don't get their own dam coveralls stupid." On we go following these guys. Jack squat is exactly what I know. (Fade to black)

Edited January 14, 2020 by Old Ironmaker

[akaShag]

On 1/13/2020 at 7:11 PM, Fisherman said:

Well, about 45 years ago, a fire fighter buddy and I were driving down the road,  under speed limit,  QPP red lights stopped us, .38 in driver door, .12 ga in back window.  French not that great at the time,  I told guy with .38 christ I'm an Army cop, badge in right rear pocket, the other guys a F/F.  Short version, they thought we just robbed a bank.   I'm driving a VW bug for god sake.  

But you have a suspicious looking face...........😉

Doug

[Old Ironmaker]

On 1/13/2020 at 7:11 PM, Fisherman said:

Well, about 45 years ago, a fire fighter buddy and I were driving down the road,  under speed limit,  QPP red lights stopped us, .38 in driver door, .12 ga in back window.  French not that great at the time,  I told guy with .38 christ I'm an Army cop, badge in right rear pocket, the other guys a F/F.  Short version, they thought we just robbed a bank.   I'm driving a VW bug for god sake.  

QPP = Sortie de Quebec? I've had the pleasure to meet a few. So how much was your take? A stolen Bug is the perfect getaway car. No one would be stupid enough to use one so you drive right by, slowly until you get to the Valiant with the 340 Duster engine slapped in it. Don't ask don't tell. 

Edited January 18, 2020 by Old Ironmaker

[Fisherman]

1 hour ago, Old Ironmaker said:

QPP = Sortie de Quebec? I've had the pleasure to meet a few. So how much was your take? A stolen Bug is the perfect getaway car. No one would be stupid enough to use one so you drive right by, slowly until you get to the Valiant with the 340 Duster engine slapped in it. Don't ask don't tell. 

Ya, back in the day called the Que Prov Police or Surete du Quebec,  actually uniformed Mafia but I didn't say that.  Funny thing found out later it actually was a small blue car, maybe a Datsun or Toyota.

[Old Ironmaker]

Just because my name ends in a vowel doesn't mean I took the blood oath. Maybe my grand father, not me. A Datsun or Toyota just as good a getaway car. I remember so far back that if one of those cars, Honda's too, would have their tires slashed or headlights smashed out if they were in the parking lots of a union steel plant, construction site or any of the big 3 auto makers. Guys took imports seriously. For some reason my British Leyland cars were never touched. Many Brits ran the unions then. Now we make those cars and trucks. My wife's Nissan was built in Kentucky and my Silverado was built in Mexico for Lords sake. I don't think I would have bought the Chevy if I knew that. I was never in the United Steelworkers of America (USWA) union but without them I would never have gotten my wages and benefits. At my retirement dinner the USWA pres. of our local gave me a local 1005 hat and jacket. Still have them but can't wear them. I didn't earn them. 

[Fisherman]

. For some reason my British Leyland cars were never touched.  Funny you mention that,  couple guys that owned Triumphs and someone had a Corina knew to leave them at home in the winter, wouldn't run so I guess the bandits felt sorry for them.

[Old Ironmaker]

Drove my TR-6 and MGB's  all winter, into the ground. I carried a spare battery to get them to start. Sometimes I actually had a back window in the winter that was a sheet of plastic. Sure was nice in the summer or when it didn't rain. The things we did to get a date. 

[NAW]

I set the alarm off at work once.  I put the wrong code it.  But was able to fix it and turn the alarm off on my own.  I still called the alarm company, told them the story.    Thought all was good.  Fire up my computer and start working (this was a Saturday evening,  working overtime.  Shop lights where off, which I had a view from my office upstairs.   Then I hear a noise in the shop. Look down and see 2 Barrie police officers walking through the shop like something out of tom Clancy video game.   

 

So I very timidly banged on the window, and went down a greeted them. 

 

Turns out there was 2 break in's already that weekend in the area, so they where just checking up on things..   

 

[AKRISONER]

Lock him up...he probably deserves it anyways 😛

[Cando]

Nice read. Every time I read you part about should I stay or should I go now brings up the song in my head from The Clash lol.

Edited January 23, 2020 by Cando