Once my car was stolen. From church. After making frantic phone calls and trying to figure out what happened we phoned the police and reported the stolen car. A police van came through to the church parking to take our statement, and while we were finishing up I got a call on my cell phone.
"Hello - this is Inspector [shall remain unnamed because he is too tough to be named]. We've located your vehicle."He gave us instructions on where to meet him; our car was on the side of a road a few minutes away. I was overjoyed that the car had been recovered and was so excited to meet this Inspector who had gone to effort of getting my number and calling me personally to fetch my car!
A friend gave us a lift to where the car was, and I hopped out eagerly to meet this guy and thank him! He was standing against his black Subaru WRX. One arm folded across his chest and the other holding a cigarette to his lips. I walked straight up, extending my arm to shake his hand and said "Hi Inspector [too tough to name], I'm Justin we spoke on the phone".
He looked at me through his half-closed tough-as-nails eye-lids and didn't budge. After a few seconds he may have flicked his cigarette to the floor - I can't quite recall. Anyway, I stood there, arm extended for what felt like an awkwardly long time before pulling it back and putting my hand in my pocket and turning my attention to my car - looking for signs of damage.
Well I worked pretty hard at getting some conversation out of the guy, and my efforts prevailed. He warmed up and we had a few short conversations while we looked over the car and discussed the procedure from this point.
The car was fine, we drove it to the local police station so they could dust it for prints, and Inspector Tough Guy raced off in his super-tough Subaru.
A few weeks later he rocked up at church - I was pleased. On the curb-side he was top dog - but Inspector Too Cool for School was in my turf now. I offered him a cup of coffee and piece of cake, like we do with all visitors. When he resisted the cake slightly I compelled him forcefully by putting the plate of chocolate cake into his muscular and scarred hand. We had a good conversation about his work, particularly the special forces security work he did periodically in Iraq.
We walked out of church together and as he drove off in his WRX I leaned against my wife's economic and nippy Hyundai Getz and thought "who is the tough guy now Inspector".
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