DispatcherDame's Diatribes

Dinner Conversation

9/28/2014

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I don't come from a Law Enforcement family. But, my family is proud of me, and what I do, and tell EVERYONE about it.

But bless my mother, she doesn't always pick the most... appropriate stories to tell when explaining my calling.

We were out to dinner with extended family at a nice place - the kind where they have those things that sweep up the crumbs between courses. My cousin turns to my mother, and says something to the effect of "DispatcherDame must have some interesting stories every day!" to which my mother replies with the story about a dog that was run over repeatedly on the highway, and what my officers had to do to clear the dog from the roadway during morning commute.

Loud enough for the tables around us to hear.

I think the whole restaurant heard.

Meanwhile, at the other side of the table, I could be found with my face buried in my phone as to not attract attention.

Because who doesn't talk about dead animals over dinner?
4 Comments
Rusty Doads
10/2/2014 02:41:33 am

Thats Hilarious. Please do continue your blog. Im sure it will be most interesting.

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DispatcherDame
10/6/2014 04:44:32 am

Thanks! I will absolutely continue on. Every time I'm 10-8 there's so many opportunities for blog material.

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Nana
10/8/2014 09:46:09 am

A. Glad to find you...look forward to more fun. B. Coming from a medical family, I well remember family dinners devoted to odd illnesses, symptoms, etc. Dinner guests sometimes turned green.

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DispatcherDame
10/8/2014 10:32:24 am

Glad you found me too! Hope you stick around and enjoy!

And yes - Dinnertime conversations with medical/law enforcement I imagine to be pretty similar. I don't mind it in the least... but I'm sure the others not in my party do!

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