December 1976
Once Over Lightly
Sense and nonsense on the road to recovery
WE'RE INDEBTED to W. P. S. of Maryland for this story about a patrol car that had cruised past a certain house several times in succession one night. On each occasion, the officers had spotted a suspicious-looking character fumbling with the front doorknob, so they made a check. The man was obviously drunk, and when they asked what he was doing, he stated that he lived there. "Why don't you go in, then?" asked one of the troopers.
"Haven't got my key," mumbled the lush.
"Well, knock, or ring the doorbell, and they'll let you in," said one of the cops.
"The hell with them!" growled the dipso. "Let'em wait!"
