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My friend's mom had two clay pots that she had bought in Mexico and put next to their garage, and one day one of them went missing. So she called the cops to report a theft, and the conversation went something like this:
Police: "Good morning, County Sheriff’s Office."
Mother: "Yes, I need to report a theft."
Police: "Yes ma'am, your name please?"
Mother: *gives name*
Police: "Ok ma'am, can you describe the item that was stolen?"
Mother: "Someone stole my pot!"
Police: *pause* "Your pot?"
Mother: "Yes. It was right here at my house and it is gone."
Police: "Uh-huh."
Mother: "And it wasn't cheap either! I brought that pot all the way back from Mexico!"
Police: "Uh-huh."
Mother: "I mean, I just don't understand why someone would steal someone else's pot. Why don’t they just go get their own pot?"
Police: "Uh-huh."
Mother: "Well, can you send out a patrol and have a deputy look for my pot?"
Police: "Sure. Absolutely."
Mother: "Okay, great! Thank you so much."
Police: "Um … you’re welcome."
It was only after hanging up the phone and complaining about the way the police handled the call that someone asked if she ever described her pot - THEN she realized why they hadn't taken the conversation very seriously.
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