Things Gone and Things Still Here (jette) wrote,
Things Gone and Things Still Here
jette

Series of Second Hand Stories pt. 5 - "Partying Old School Stylie"

My pop's pop was a commodore in the Finnish navy, and for a couple of years in the 1950's, he was a military attache to the United States for Finland. So my pop spent his junior and senior years of high school on Diplomat Row in Washington, DC.

One night, he was out partying with his buddy, and they had had a few. Being loud, obviously underage, and out past curfew, they attracted the attention of a burly, no-nonsense cop. He grabs them by their upper arms, leans in to their faces and says, "Sons, you're a disgrace. We're going to have to have a leetle talk with your folks."

Pops, in thick Finnish accent: "Well, my buddy here's parents are out of town, and mine are a little busy right now."

"Oh, is that so? Well, we'll just see about that!"

"No, really... they can't be disturbed at the moment."

"I don't think you should be trying to tell me what to do, if you know what I mean."

"It's just that..."

"That's it! You tell me - am I taking you to your house, or the station?

"Uhm, my house, I guess - but we'll have to go in the back door."

For some reason, the cop acquiesces to this request, and they enter my grandparent's house through the kitchen. The cop looks around, and growls, "Now's where's your parents?"

"Well, if you go through that pantry, they're in the next room there, but I really think you should wait for me to go get them."

"I have had about enough of you!" He rushes through the pantry, throws the door open wide, and looks out into the living room... where the Vice President, the Secretary of State, and several four and five star generals are having a hushed, serious conversation.

Copper backs away from the door, gently closes it, tiptoes back into the kitchen and says, "Uhm, well, I guess I'll be going. You boys have a nice evening now."

"Thanks, Officer. If you'd like some sandwiches and beer, the cook would be happy to get it for you."

"Uh, yeah, uhm, gee, yes, that would be nice."

And the copper, and pops, and his friend kicked it for the rest of the evening. My grandparents were never the wiser.
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