I love to work with the public. Seriously it is just a big game to see how fast you can make a costumer happy, resolve a problem, or how long you can hold back laughter. Somedays I really wonder where people come up with their stuff… yet I really don't care because it is HILARIOUS!
This past weekend at the Lamb Bonanza doubleheader, my duty was to guard the Samaritan's Feet donation box. I'm so lucky sometimes. The box was placed right by the men's bathroom. Secret: after two games or about 5 hours the men's bathroom begins to have an aroma leak from inside.
Anyways I couldn't leave the box nor avoid the weird conversations with the men going into use the restroom facility. As I stood there a gentleman approached me. Here is how our conversation went:
Man: Hey, do you know who I am?
Me: No sir I do not know who you are.
Man: I'm the sheriff in Frost.
Me: Oh really!
Man: Yeah, want to see my badge?
Me: Um, okay? (The man pulls back his jacket to reveal a child's sheriff badge.)
Me: Wow, you are the real deal! (I'm not sure why I go along with these stories).
Man: Everyone around here steals beer. I need to protect the beer. Beer is always stolen in Brookings.
Me: That's really nice of you. (There is no alcohol at this event, so this guy is crazy!!)
Man: Do you know what my name is?...Richard Zellner.
Me: Nice to meet you Mr. Zellner.
At this point I am not sure what I want more to stop - the bathroom smell or the man.
Man: Do you want to see what else I have?
Now I'm wide-eyed and my heart is pumping because I expect to see a gun as Richard lifts up his jacket.
Man: Look at my handcuffs!!
Me: Whoa!!!
Richard than gets distracted by another passerby and I begin to count my blessings. I never want to see another sheriff unless it is Woody.
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