An agitated citizen stormed into the CCSO lobby wanting to show something to a Deputy. The duty officer, Capt Crunch, said he'd take a look, seeing it was the only thing except mace that would calm the citizen down.
Outside, the man, D.S. Gruntled pointed to his car parked at the curb. "The tires," he said, "just look at those tires."
Crunch did. "What am I looking for? They look new, right out of the factory."
"They are," D.S. said, "that's the point. I just bought them two days ago at Camelot Tires and I've been ripped off."
Crunch studied the tires again. "I'm gonna need a little help here or I'm goin' back inside."
"Look at the tires on this side," D.S. said, "then on the other. You'll see. It took me a couple days to figure it out. Knew something was wrong but couldn't pin it down."
Crunch took a walk around the car--twice--before he saw it. Then he tried to suppress a laugh, and failing miserably, covered it with a cough.
"It ain't funny," D.S. Gruntled said. "I got a car that's got whitewalls on one side and black walls on the other."
Crunch choked back another spasm. "Did you take them back?"
"Sure. And the salesman said to fill my order--bein' short on tires--they'd had to use two whites and two blacks. What's worse, he says "What's the big deal? You can only see one side of a car at a time."
Crunch could stand no more, retreating back to his office, D.S. Gruntled in hot pursuit.
After regaining his composure, Crunch made things right with a phone call to Camelot. At first, the salesman was reluctant. But Crunch reasoned with him, explaining that if he didn't straighten this crap out, his weasel ass was going to be looking at only one side of the scenery at a time. The side you could see out of a jailhouse window.
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