We’d like to know if the duck was dead or not. If not, was it just letting him sit there and pluck out all its feathers? If it was, why was he at the riverbank? One way or the other, we aren’t sure what this guy was planning to do, and we aren’t entirely sure if we want to find out.
There is nothing in the story about illicit substances or a bit too much to drink, so we really don’t know what the next step of the plan was going to be. Good thing the boys in blue got there and made sure, whatever it was, it didn’t happen.
Scare of His Life
One of the most rewarding parts of being a police officer is knowing that you get to catch criminals red-handed, even if it doesn't happen that often. So when this police sergeant got word of the perfect opportunity, he wasn't about to let it slip past him.
All it took was a few words (we removed one to keep things friendly) and the criminal was caught...well, not red-handed, but brown-panted. The police officer might have had to clean out the inside of his cruiser that night, but it's the kind of story that he was able to tell his grandkids, and that's worth plenty of lingering smells.
The Duality of Man
Life really takes you places. Sometimes you become an astronaut, sometimes you become the manager of a grocery store. Sometimes you become a mattress tester, sometimes you become a pirate queen. Sometimes you become a police officer, sometimes you become a guy running from the police.
Even friends who grew up together will diverge along some of those paths. We have to imagine that this kind of tale has happened more than once, especially in small towns where people tend to stay close. What's the lesson to take away here? We guess it could be that even small changes will make big differences in people's lives. Cop or criminal – you decide.
Sometimes You Just Have to Watch
If you ever want to imagine someone being at a loss for words, imagine this police officer watching this happen. A man who very well could be a tractor monk riding on the front (we're imagining the hood) of the tractor while it rolls down the street.
Was he under the influence? Had he discovered inner peace? We may never know. We do know that fixing and righting a tractor is going to cost him a pretty penny, and not being in control of your vehicle is a pretty good way to get arrested for reckless endangerment or something similar.
Nothing like college to get all the bad decisions out of the way. And there's nothing like sorta-sponsored college events to make sure all of these bad decisions get done when there are at least people around who will be able to help when they inevitably go wrong.
At least this guy wasn't harming anybody. Still, being free in this way isn't really allowed in polite company, especially with so many other people around. Was he really riding a bike without any pants on? The story doesn't mention a bike for this guy, but it was at the bike race. Don't think about it too hard.