Coming back from a party last night the elevator got stuck. It was silly of me to take the elevator anyway, I only did it because I had my bike along and didn't feel like carrying it up two flights of stairs. Anyway now it is 2:30 am. Within about 15 minutes a CSO (Campus Security Officer) shows up. He asks me if I'm claustrophobic and I say no, and then we just start talking through the door about stuff. He seems pretty cool.
Eventually I just lay down in the elevator and go to sleep. It is almost 5:00 am before they finally get me out of there, and when I do I get to meet the voice from the other side of the door. Only it is a voice plus a uniform, and somehow the buddy connection I felt for the guy is completely dispelled by this. Talking to the elevator repairman when he finally showed up at 4:30 I learned that he hadn't been called until 4:00--there was some kind of mixup between the operator who took my call and the CSO. I make the mistake of bringing this up with the CSO and this puts him on the defensive, so he counterattacks with questions about where I had been drinking, whether there were minors there, checks my backpack for alcohol--all the usual things that earn cops their reputation as pigs.
You were the voice of a friend man until your uniform came into play. What gives?
Posted by Alan at April 27, 2003 08:36 PMWow! No wonder we could not find you! We were at
your dorm Sunday, April 27, called your room and number had been changed, sat around downstairs for a while, and it was getting long past time for Sunday dinner, so we left. We have a new phone number at North Platte: 308-534-8811. We got "spammed". When is school out? We will see you in Rolla, if not before. Grandma