Ecopimp

144 views | Sunday, June 29th, 2008 @ 8:33 pm | Funny, Personal

So, sometime last week we had an interesting case at work. I was working “inside patrol” at the time… not knowing the building made it extra fun. We got a call that someone was just hit in the face by a visitor and the visitor had taken off out the main door to his vehicle and was leaving in a major hurry. Being the inside guy it was my duty to go investigate the person hit while the outside guys tried to stop the person who did the act from leaving.

I was told by base that I should go talk to the woman hit right? Exactly…except I had no clue how to get there… being that I am usually the one sitting in the office and at that time I was working on getting myself lost in the building as a way of familiarizing with my surroundings. Well I digress… I eventually found my way to the room she was in and thankfully someone was already there questioning the person.

Now heres were the story gets good.

During the questioning I slowly went from feeling sorry for the woman to almost laughing about it. At one point I actually did laugh… very unprofessional.

At first I thought maybe the person had a anger problem as she explained that she was kicked in the back and round housed twice. Then she got to talking more and more and quickly I realized that this was more than a normal fight.. this was a drug dealer, and she buys her drugs from him.

At this point we got a police officer in the room with us, and he proceeds to ask the same questions that we did minutes before. Before she could answer we both proudly spewed forth the answers to his questions. Every now and then he would ask something we never would have thought to ask and for that moment realized why we weren’t police officers.

Eventually things got rolling and she started to describe the person who hit her. This is the part I laughed. She described the man as wearing a stripped black and white shirt, black pants, and shiney black shoes… nothing wrong with this right? Well eventually she mentioned he was wearing a hat.. but not just any hat, a low flattop hat with a white feather in it. PIMP ALERT!!

At this time the police officer looks right at me and gives me that, “you have to be kidding me” look and I couldn’t contain the laughter. What went from a simple outrage turned into a pimp slap. My respect for her went out the window.

She then described the car as being purple with rims….pimp car right? Hell yes.. then I was saddened when I heard that the pimp car was a saturn. What pimp drives a saturn?

Later that night I told this story to one of my friends and he brought up a very valid point.. Gas prices are on the rise.. and when your “job” requires you to be driving all day, maybe its best to have a fuel efficient car. So now even pimps and drug dealers are becoming eco friendly. Green Pimps…now that’s a changing economy.