Can you jump my bones?

A close friend of mine is a police patrol officer in a northern Virginia jurisdiction. She works nights. She relayed the following funny story to me.

"The other night at about 3 AM, I decided to do some proactive foot patrol in a neighborhood that is known for late night drug activity. And the best place to hide my marked cruiser is in the cemetary adjacent to that neighborhood. While I was only gone for 20 minutes, my POS car battery died, leaving me stranded. Not surprised as midnights always gets the shit equipment, I hit my supervisor up on my NexTel. 'Hey Mike, I am at the cemetary. Can you come down here and jump me?'" Recognizing how funny this sounded, she admitted that she even added a bit of sultriness to her voice when she called him. What she could never timed better, was that her supervisor, in the company of another officer at a 24 hour diner, was placing his breakfast order with the waitress. My friend continued, "Poor Mike turned beat red as several patrons turned to stare at him... without loosing a beat, he told the waitress 'I will have that to go'".

Look closely, that is a playground in the background.

Loveless? I don't think so.

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