The duplex I live in backs up to one of the City of Minneapolis equipment storage facilities. Directly across the alley from my garage is the gigantic pile of sand and salt where the plow trucks load up when it snows. I can see this when I look out my kitchen window.
So I'm making tortillas this afternoon with the tortilla and flatbread maker my dad gave me for my birthday, when I glance up and see this out my window:
Do you see something wrong with that picture?!
I figured it was just a prank, but decided to call the police anyway. They drove over, talked to the City of Minneapolis workers, then called me back. Yes, it's just a joke these guys like to play when they're bored.
Okay, I can appreciate the humor here, I really can. But it was funnier when I assumed it was just some kids screwing around. Now I can't help but wonder how much taxpayer money is spent on a 911 dispatch for a prank carried out by city workers, and how many passersby might've also called the police. The cop was laughing, too, when he called back, which leads me to believe that he didn't exactly condemn the mischief. He could've been like, "hey, you guys are scaring the neighbors, and they're calling us. Find a better way to entertain yourselves when there's no snow."
I just looked; the legs are still there. You have no idea how freaky that is.
I ran out of flour for my tortillas, so I made up the rest with pancake mix. The result was actually a tasty, crispy but tender cracker/flatbread-type thing. So I made a quesadilla instead of a burrito.
You should get a mannequin from the Ax man an put it next to that mannequin so he doesn't get lonely.
Posted by: taylor | March 02, 2006 at 08:38 AM
Taxpayer money fueling morbid sense of humor? After a nano-second of soul-searching, I think I'm fine with that, actually.
Posted by: Lewis | March 02, 2006 at 02:43 PM