We’re those people. Yes, we’re adults and we shouldn’t need the constant supervision that a child would require, but we do. Private to General, rookie to Chief of Police, we are the masters of shenanigans. Practitioners of tomfoolery. For some reason those of us in the military, law enforcement, and first responder professions seem to have above average intellect and the maturity of a cocaine addled toddler. What a great combination!
How did the Captain’s office furniture wind up on the roof in exactly the same way it sat in his office?
How did a handful of pennies get into the hubcaps of the Chief’s patrol car?
Who put black shoe polish on the phone receiver in the duty hut?
It was me. In My Defense, I Was Unsupervised
