Back in the eighties I was working for a petroleum company, moving around all over the place. Most of the time I had a
young fella called
Ross helping me out.
As a couple of single fellas we got our selves into a bit of trouble and strife, but had some good times.
I was called on to go and fix up a problem in
Gundagai. The 33 staff took to us pretty
well, so I organised a bit of a Christmas Bash down by the river.
Leading up to this,
Ross had been a bit cheeky fella, and I asked one of the local sheilas if she knew the coppers
well.
Met up with Joe (one of the best coppers around) and we decided to get him on outstanding warrants (fictional). Non of the other staff knew about this, apart from Michele.
The plan was for Joe to come along with the paddy wagon, arrest
young Ross and thrown him in the clink. However just before that, I received a message to ring the boss and went to the office.
On arriving back at the river, I was confronted by a mob of hysterical women telling me about the arrest.
We all then went up to the cop
shop and confronted Joe. Without a word of a lie this fella played his part to the end.
Anyway to cut a long story short,
Ross told me later that Joe was pretending to talk on the phone when he was in the cell and he almost #### himself at the thought of doing time for something he couldn't figure out.
I guess the moral of this story is there are still some good bush coppers around with a sense of humour.
If any of the locals know where Joe, or Michele finished up, let me know.
Regards
Kim