It is a little known fact that my dad’s degree is in criminal justice. That’s right. He started out in life thinking he would be a police officer. Unfortunately, as the story goes, he didn’t make it as a police officer because he was too nice. He approached dealing with criminals like a business meeting. It became apparent, rather quickly, that he was destined for something else.
However he has never forgotten those skills he acquired…mainly his need to know about any and all things that appear odd or out of the ordinary to him. Case in point.
Exhibit A:
Dad: Dayna, there is a box addressed to you on the counter. Its been sitting there for exactly one day.
Me: I know. I’m not that excited about what’s in it, so I haven’t opened it.
Dad: I don’t think you understand. That box is like Christmas morning to me. I need to know what is inside it.
Me: Well, it’s going to disappoint you. It’s a book about teaching kids to read.
Dad: That is boring. Open the box!
Exhibit B:
Dad: I found this in the garbage can.
Mom: I know. I threw it away. Why are you going through the trash?
Dad: I wasn’t going through it! This was on top. I thought it seemed suspicious.
Mom: Why would you take it out? It was in the garbage.
Dad: It’s my police training. I see something strange and I check it out.
It should be noted that no one seems to recall what the object in the trash was. I will therefore assume that it was either a Q-Tip or gum wrapper.
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