Unfiltered Story #28194

Unfiltered | September 30, 2016

I am a crossing guard. There is road construction going on, so a police officer is there to direct traffic.

Me: I am so lucky, I can walk to work. (Points to my house) I live right there.

Cop: You mean (other house) Officer (name) lives at that house..

Me: No, that’s my house.

Cop: No, that’s Officer (name’s) house.

Me: Officer (name) used to live there…with me. He doesn’t any more

Cop: (mortified) Oh, I’m so sorry! I had no idea.

Me: Don’t worry about it.