THE FIRE HYDRANT (still a few good ones left)...
THIS POST IS DEDICATED TO OFFICER PC183 WHO THOUGHT IT WAS ALL ABOUT HIM; LIFE IS FULL OF MISUNDERSTANDINGS!
The saying goes that a man's brains are in his "hmmm", so that means that men who have a big one are intelligent.
So there was this cop from the Valletta Police Station I referred to as THE FIRE HYDRANT, for a very good reason and one morning while standing on guard in front of the Office of the Prime Minister attending to his regular duties, he did this great big stretch bending all the way back with his hands on his hips; I think he was trying to keep warm because he did this a couple of times but for me it was eye candy.
I didn't have to look very hard to notice his HYDRANT, which I initially had mistaken for a loaded gun (or two). I thought to myself Oh My Holy Grace, is he Maltese?
I mean my husband is Maltese, and he could never match up to that; their gifts are in other areas.
Then I thought it was some kind of a rare disability, maybe an overgrowth that started in the womb. So I felt compelled to approach him and at least try and introduce myself , I mean if there is anything I could possibly do to help him, it would be ONE OF LIFE'S GREAT PLEASURES.
My first impressions were BIG, and you know what they say about first impressions, they last. After a friendly but very brief chat, we continued on our own separate ways, and would occasionally cross paths after that with a respectful greeting. Then one day I noticed he was on night shift attending to the OPM in the dark and thought to keep him company, I mean he is a special person after all and an honourable officer at that. I was treading carefully sensitive about his disability but as we continued in conversation I realized that there is nothing wrong with him, HE WAS ONLY INTELLIGENT.
I discretely took a second glance just to be sure and it was confirmed that this man was GIFTED!
Our communication did not eventuate any further than that of a friendly chat, I mean I couldn't contain myself after that day and had to force myself to walk away from him for his sake not mine.
I've had lots of naughty dreams about him (which causes me to attend church for confession), and sometimes when I think about "THE FIRE HYDRANT", I all of a sudden feel a strange sensation like someone just squirted my underwear with a pressure hose.
IT'S MOMENTS LIKE THIS THAT MAKES YOU REALIZE THE POWER OF DREAMS!
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