"Madam is like someone bring down your glass."
Somewhere in the office too, was this young one who was just stirring from a nap and before both could fully comprehend the import of what was being said, they were on their feet and springing down those calloused steps.
As they sped down, she (the younger of the two) wondered what was even happening, gbedu all this running down in partial ignorance of what had actually been said. When they reached the car, the DAmage stared the learned females in the face.
The driver's side mirror had been smashed, detached and placed on the bonnet. It bore something of a petinence, typical of Mario Puzzo's Sicilian tales. Something kinda Mafiaso! Don't mind this please, a little stay with the 'Don Series' leaves you thinking such nonsense. But the thing damage o.
The young one just gaped at the harm done, what could she really say, though 'courtesy' expected her to say something, at least in consolation to the very nice 'Victim', so called.
Courtesy can feel like It knows it all eh.
Everything played out pretty fast after that. Madam went up to them VIOs in that fashionable pregnant-lawyer thickness and in a very clear accented funeh asked for "...the owner of this bike!"
No show! The question was repeated and then lazily re-asked by the officers who were begining to enjoy the show. Suddenly, Madam had one of the Loyals; infact the very man who'd brought the complaint and had followed the crew (the Young one and Madam) up to the IVO patrol team a few kilometres from the damaged car; wheel the bike away and defiantly told dem officers to ask whoever owned the bike to come get it from NASME barracks.
The officers, abi their oga, now come and be shouting, "Hey you, heys, hey you, bring that bike back now!"
Oga, you be LEARNER?!!!!! All the while they were blowing queen's grammar, he had been nonchallantly leafing through some damn papers, then all of a sudden, 'hey you' became a somebody's Madam's name, you be learner, no vex!
The loyals no even gree hear again, they excitedly wheeled the bike to a make-shift parklot in front of their office and bingo, the oga landed and began to parra, shouting and tearing eye anyhow.
Madam come TEAR bigger eye and oga now try to tear bigger one, but the thing come and begin to pain the Madam, so she just commot phone and call her Army husband!
If only that Oga was wiser, they'ud have spared the highway congregation the frog jump entertainment that grazed the afternoon for everyone.
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After thinking these out, I smile and think still, maybe we should all Marry Military Officers. O! How those unruly Policemen & Co would flank our roads hopping and holding their ears simultaneously. But alas, '...their reward is in heaven'. (I pray o!)
*Shuts the big book and picks up the form for Military Husbands then suddenly remembers...*
"....Vengance is Mine, says the Lord, I will repay!"
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