Robert

 

A Drunk calls dispatch,

demanding an ambulance,

says he’s been assaulted

by a seventy year old.

I know the guy.

 

Robert, What’s up.

“I’ve been assaulted!”

Where’s the injury?

On my lip.

He peels it back to show me.

“See!”

There’s nothing.

No mark. No blood. No Swelling. No bruising.

“Oh..”

You were assaulted by a seventy year old man?

“No!”

So why’d you call?

“Uhh. I want you to check on him”

How much you been drinking?

“Nuthin!”

Really?

“Well, a little....”

 

The old man’s fine. 

He’s no idea why we’re here.

Robert’s his friend.

He’s drunk, too.

 

Bobby. Go to bed.

“That’s a good idea officer. 

I’m sorry.”

 

He’s not.

He’ll call again

and again.