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Tully Mars · 03-30-2008, 01:33 PM

I was working parole and probation for the state and running a sideline construction company on weekends and evenings. One night after installing a Dish Network sat. system for a customer, in the driving Oregon coast rain. My employe and I stopped by a local pub to watch Monday Night Football, or at least the last 1/4 of it. We go in and sit down at the bar, order a beer and watch as the TV goes from commercial to WWF. WWF? WTF! I asked the girl tending bar if anyone in here is actually watching WWF? "Yeah, of course. That large group of guys over there come in every night it's on." I glance over and see about five men who look as much like tree trunks as men. I sigh and down my beer. The bartender informs us that "Annie's, next door has the game on." Annie's is the only strip club in a very small town. A very small town that I work as a parole officer in. My friend/employee tells me "let's go, by the time we get home the game will be over." I told him I can't be seen in a strip club, just wouldn't go over well." Now he and I had been to many strip clubs in Portland. Used to have season ticket to the Trailblazers. We'd stop in before or after the game and grab some food, drink some beer and throw a few dollars at the dancers. I don't have an issue with naked women, honestly there some of my favorite kinds of women. He tells me "whats the worst that could happen? the bar and TV or on the complete other side of the place, any one sees you tell them the truth- you just stopped by to see the game."

What's the worst that could happen? Well, we're in the bar for about 5 mins and I notice two guys starting to argue over something. I see one of them make a beeline to his truck and run back in. He immediately runs over to his debate partner and stabs him in the chest. My friend tells me "let's get out of here." I tell him "I can't leave I'm an officer of the court and I just witnessed a crime." So he leaves, taking my truck with him and tells me to call him when I need a ride. Two mins. later and the place has 10 of the 15 cops that work in the town, covering every exit and asking everyone if they saw anything. I step up and explain "yep, I saw it" Of course I know all the cops and they all know me. Not that comfortable, many of these guys look at going into a place like this a mortal sin. It takes 4 1/2 hours to complete all the interview and start releasing people. I call my friend and he doesn't answer. I call a cab, no luck. Last chance.. I call my wife. She wants to know where the hell I've been and why I haven't called? "Well, I'm at Annie's and some one got stabbed..." Annie's?!? Why didn't you call? Well they don't let witnesses call anyone. "So you weren't called there for work, you were already in there?" "Yep." She came got me, but it was a quiet ride home. I don't think she ever did believe me that it was my one and only visit to said establishment.

For weeks at work I got "So, stopping by Annie's on the way home?" "Have lunch at Annie today?" "Any new dancers at Annie's? "Any nude dancers at Annie's?" This went on for months.

I think worse then all that was going to the Grand Jury and testifying. The DA that pulled the case was a hard core Baptist. She didn't even believe in dancing fully clothed.

Maybe not my most embarrassing moment, but it's up there.

03-30-2008, 01:33 PM	#5 (permalink)
Tully Mars Living in a Warmer Insanity Super Moderator Location: Yucatan, Mexico	I was working parole and probation for the state and running a sideline construction company on weekends and evenings. One night after installing a Dish Network sat. system for a customer, in the driving Oregon coast rain. My employe and I stopped by a local pub to watch Monday Night Football, or at least the last 1/4 of it. We go in and sit down at the bar, order a beer and watch as the TV goes from commercial to WWF. WWF? WTF! I asked the girl tending bar if anyone in here is actually watching WWF? "Yeah, of course. That large group of guys over there come in every night it's on." I glance over and see about five men who look as much like tree trunks as men. I sigh and down my beer. The bartender informs us that "Annie's, next door has the game on." Annie's is the only strip club in a very small town. A very small town that I work as a parole officer in. My friend/employee tells me "let's go, by the time we get home the game will be over." I told him I can't be seen in a strip club, just wouldn't go over well." Now he and I had been to many strip clubs in Portland. Used to have season ticket to the Trailblazers. We'd stop in before or after the game and grab some food, drink some beer and throw a few dollars at the dancers. I don't have an issue with naked women, honestly there some of my favorite kinds of women. He tells me "whats the worst that could happen? the bar and TV or on the complete other side of the place, any one sees you tell them the truth- you just stopped by to see the game." What's the worst that could happen? Well, we're in the bar for about 5 mins and I notice two guys starting to argue over something. I see one of them make a beeline to his truck and run back in. He immediately runs over to his debate partner and stabs him in the chest. My friend tells me "let's get out of here." I tell him "I can't leave I'm an officer of the court and I just witnessed a crime." So he leaves, taking my truck with him and tells me to call him when I need a ride. Two mins. later and the place has 10 of the 15 cops that work in the town, covering every exit and asking everyone if they saw anything. I step up and explain "yep, I saw it" Of course I know all the cops and they all know me. Not that comfortable, many of these guys look at going into a place like this a mortal sin. It takes 4 1/2 hours to complete all the interview and start releasing people. I call my friend and he doesn't answer. I call a cab, no luck. Last chance.. I call my wife. She wants to know where the hell I've been and why I haven't called? "Well, I'm at Annie's and some one got stabbed..." Annie's?!? Why didn't you call? Well they don't let witnesses call anyone. "So you weren't called there for work, you were already in there?" "Yep." She came got me, but it was a quiet ride home. I don't think she ever did believe me that it was my one and only visit to said establishment. For weeks at work I got "So, stopping by Annie's on the way home?" "Have lunch at Annie today?" "Any new dancers at Annie's? "Any nude dancers at Annie's?" This went on for months. I think worse then all that was going to the Grand Jury and testifying. The DA that pulled the case was a hard core Baptist. She didn't even believe in dancing fully clothed. Maybe not my most embarrassing moment, but it's up there. __________________ I used to drink to drown my sorrows, but the damned things have learned how to swim- Frida Kahlo Vice President Starkizzer Fan Club Last edited by Tully Mars; 03-30-2008 at 04:37 PM..