Take a Bite out of Crime
A detective came into my office today to inquire about a Japanese foreign exchange student he was working with on a case last fall. Before I got to hear the dish, my boss Charlie went into newsman mode and ushered him into his office.
Oh well. The two seconds of something interesting that raised its head for ten measly seconds at work today was better than nothing interesting at all. Which is where this day was headed.
Even the WORD detective is interesting. This guy wasn't so interesting when he first popped into our office. He looked pretty normal, like an I.T. guy poking around or an office peon from another department looking for one of our graphic designers to make him a poster for a weak math club fund raiser or something.
But, despite his shiny bald head (which should have given away that he was in some area of law enforcement, since Oklahoma law enforcers like to look like Skinhead Nazis) the instant the guy said, "I'm a detective..." and turned to the right, just so, to where his shiny badge flashed suddenly on his belt, he was interesting.
He was dressed in civilian clothing, and I was disappointed that he wasn't wearing one of those sweet tan trench coats and matching detective fedoras (hat). Where was his pipe and magnifying glass? What kind of Gumshoe wears a baby blue collared Polo shirt?
A detective badge and gun in holster just isn't as exciting when hanging off of a pair of Dockers next to a cell phone.
I think detectives should be required to dress in appropriate detective uniform at all times (unless undercover of course- the outfit could possibly give him away and blow his cover). We would all take them just that much more seriously.
Thoughts of McGruff the Crime Dog came to mind. I wonder whatever happened to him.
Surely he's retired by now.
