Egg McMuffin

It was beyond late. The darkness dimmed into pre-dawn gloom. The birds stirred. My bones ached. My bad leg began to talk to me; it wasn't happy. I'd spent six hours working a crime scene. When I finished a task, I'd report back to the command center, and another task would be given to me. I'd spent the last two hours guarding evidence until an LT. told me to go find my car, and secure part of the inner perimeter of the crime scene.

Sitting was a relief. A warm car was a comfort. The AM/FM radio passed the time until my buddy, Cappy, began sending MDT messages to me.

I was too tired to type.

I called him.

"Have you eaten?" he asked.

I had some crackers, a couple hours a ago.

"There're some tasty Egg McMuffins and Whoppers at the command center," he said.

I'm stuck on the perimeter. Bring some to me.

"I'm on the perimeter, too, next to the command center, next to the food," he teased.

Bring some to me.

"I'll try."

Five minutes passed. Cappy called.

"Sorry. I can't find anybody to bring anything out to you."

Thanks for trying.

"But, I want you to know they are tasty," he said.

Over the next forty minutes, by MDT or phone, he'd let me know the Egg McMuffins were "tasty." I'd type him back, asking him how those Egg McMuffins were to eat, wondering if they were "tasty."

Before dawn he called again. The night sergeant was standing next to him. He wanted to know if I could work a little longer.

Too tired to filter my thoughts, I blurted out:

As long as I get one of those Egg McMuffins.

Cappy repeated the bargain, word for word, to the sergeant,

Don't tell him that! I was joking!

Fifteen minutes later, the sergeant stopped by my post, thanked me, and handed over a bag containing two, hot Egg McMuffins. Overtired and very hungry, I ate the sandwiches as fast as I could breathe. Despite the heartburn and grease, they were tastier than I could have imagined.

Comments

[Bunny&Claude]

Sergeant's aren't heartless...they're desperate!

[RD]

This sergeant is a "10," and takes pride in taking care of officers.

But to answer your statement, "Yes" they are. Where I work, officers can't be forced to work over 12 hours by contract. If Cappy, I and other afternoon officers, went 10-79, then the entire Night shift would be on the perimeter. Nobody would be left to work the street.

[Peppypilotgirl]

Amazing how the most innocuous of foods can be tasty after so long. I was in labor 36 hours with my eldest, with my sole sustenance being two popsicles (one grape, one orange). I have never enjoyed a "food" as much.