They’ll Be There By The Twelfth Round
(This story is courtesy of my father-in-law. He is a regular at a busy little pub in [Large City] with an interesting mix of clientele. This pub is located on the main road and shares a car park with a reasonably large police station. One night things get a bit rowdy and a large-scale fight breaks out. Windows are being smashed and people are staggering away bleeding. Naturally, the landlady calls the police.
Landlady: “This is the landlady of [Pub] on [Street]. We’ve got a massive brawl going on; could you please send some help?”
Dispatch: “No problem, but the nearest officers we have right now are 30 minutes away.”
Landlady: *glances down the street at the busy and active police station* “Isn’t there anyone who can get here faster?”
Dispatch: “Sorry, duck, there isn’t. Tell you what; do you think you can keep the fight going until we get there?”
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