Well, if you saw the surfing photo, you may agree that I could lose a few pounds. The problem is that my job is so sedentary; most of the exercise I get is walking to the coffee pot every morning. Almost all of us detectives have this same problem, so last month some bright soul got the idea to have a “Biggest Loser” contest. We all weighed in, and ponied up $20. The date to weigh again will be Jan 2nd, and the person who loses the highest percentage of their body weight wins (the pot is $440.00).
As you might guess, cops can be some pretty competitive people; the day after the first weigh in, I had 14 candy bars placed on my desk. Now I have to watch for cops low-crawling through my back yard in order to replace my skim milk with 2%.
It has been about 6 weeks and 22 lbs later, but there is now another issue... It seems as though other cops (not in the contest) are taking side bets on who the winner will be. I found this out when someone brought in a large box of muffins the other day. Officer Rich (from Community Services) ran up to me and screamed, “You’re NOT eating one of those; I got 20 bucks riding on you winning!”
Sometimes I think about the surrealness of my job; in my world, having guys with guns yell at you for the stupidest stuff is an everyday occurrence... If I worked at a Post Office, we’d all be on Fox News with the helicopters circling, and Shepard Smith would be speculating on what the body count would end up being.
Oh well, it all seems to work out without violence... and I’m looking forward to that big Krispy Kreme come Jan 3rd; I’d have one now, but darned if Officer Rich ain’t a good shot.