Polite awakening.
A little over a decade ago I was a second-year student failing my first year of my second degree.
Being a depressed, hormonally-affected, emotionally-retarded dropout I took to drinking, a lot. Since I knew I was out on my ear at the end of the year I also made no effort to go to classes -- meaning that I tended to sleep whenever I felt like it. My flatmates, mates and I also used to smoke a little pot -- nothing compared to our booze intake but we knew a few dealers so it wasn't that rare for one of us to have a teenth, or even a half, somewhere around.
Anyhow, I was sound alseep one bright morning -- probably around 10:00 as my housemates were in lectures but the sun was still rising -- when I heard a loud knowking at the door. At this stage I'd had a few hours kip, was drunk and stoned from the night before, and so actually managed to get to the door.
I opened the door to three adults: A woman in a suit and two smart-casual type guys (jeans+shirt or something). The woman wasted no time in intruducing herself "Good morning, Mr I'm not, my name is and these two gentlemen are Policeman1 and Policeman2. My heart started to beat (until then I think walking and breathing were pumping my blood, I was that out of it). "May we come in?" asked Policeman1 politely. "Er, OK" says I, trying to recall whether we finished up last night or there's a block of weed on the table.
The two police officers came in, but the housing department lady stayed outside. This was a good job because our communal living room was covered in "Page 3 Stunnaz" and other rubbish.
"Love the decor." says Policenan2. "Well, you know how it is, bit of fun." says Me.
As we're chatting I notice my still assembled "hammer" pipe is on the table, next to an ashtray full of roaches "OK, stop chatting and arest me then" thinks Me. But, no, Policeman1, whom I think was in charge, is looking out of the window nodding. Then he says, quietly but not secretly, to his colleague "This would do.".
Now I'm confused, what the hell is this? Two coppers in a flat that smells of marijuana, has an ashtray full of roaches with at least a decent amount to get a caution to stick and a drunken, stone, insomniac Me and they're sounding like they're buying a home.
Thankfully, before my addled brain could start any real paranoia Ploliceman1 came to the point "Would you allow us to use this flat for observation of the estate below?". I said something like "Er, well, my flatmates, I can't speak for them.". "Well, yes, OK -- we're investigating some drug dealing in the estate, so need a few places to observe from. We'd appreciate it -- just tell housing if you re willing.".
I muttered the same "Can't make a decision for everyone." and told them I'd ask, and the officers left.
When my flatmates got home I told them in fits of laughter and none of us knew what to make of it.
(Me, I'm not... in any way intoxicated, Mon 9 May 2011, 17:55, Reply)