Diana Rowland

I had lunch with my Lieutenant yesterday at the oh-so-gourmet establishment of McDonalds, and we joked that this meant that we were obviously having an affair. Cops are the worst damn gossips in the world and will stir shit anywhere they can. It's funny now, and I can go along with the joke, as can Jack. But back when I was a single female cop working the street it wasn't nearly as funny. I had some really ugly experiences back then. Basically if you're a single female working the street you're either a whore or a lesbian.Four times the wife of one of my teammates (and one time my then-lieutenant!) got an anonymous phone call, accusing their husband of sleeping with "that girl on his shift." When my lieutenant's wife got her call, she actually came to my house and yelled at me from the street, wanting to know if it was true. It was just a few days after my dad died and so I wasn't in the best emotional state anyway, and it took me so completely by surprise that I just lost it. I was crying and said, "No! He smokes and is fat!" Which, in retrospect, is not the most diplomatic thing I could have said, but it apparently convinced her that I was telling the truth and not boffing her husband. And, I had to admire her for at least having the guts to come and face me to find out if it was true instead of just seething and hating me for no valid reason.

The last time it happened was when the wife of my teammate and workout partner, Mike, got the phone call. That one really pissed me off, not only because it was, once again, completely untrue and vicious, but because Mike was (and still is) seriously HOT with an ass you could bounce a quarter off of. And it pissed me off because if I was going to be accused of it, then I should fucking be allowed to HAVE it!

Fortunately all of that ended when I got married and now it is all just joking. Since I am married to a very prominent prosecutor, everyone in the Sheriff's office knows my husband. The captain over the Narcotics division always asks Jack how "his" baby is doing. Jack just calmly replies that she's fine, and that the child support check had better be in the mail.

This day: 2001

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Previous Entry :: Next Entry Read/Post Comments (0) Share on Facebook		2004-12-07 10:01 AM Such a whore I had lunch with my Lieutenant yesterday at the oh-so-gourmet establishment of McDonalds, and we joked that this meant that we were obviously having an affair. Cops are the worst damn gossips in the world and will stir shit anywhere they can. It's funny now, and I can go along with the joke, as can Jack. But back when I was a single female cop working the street it wasn't nearly as funny. I had some really ugly experiences back then. Basically if you're a single female working the street you're either a whore or a lesbian.Four times the wife of one of my teammates (and one time my then-lieutenant!) got an anonymous phone call, accusing their husband of sleeping with "that girl on his shift." When my lieutenant's wife got her call, she actually came to my house and yelled at me from the street, wanting to know if it was true. It was just a few days after my dad died and so I wasn't in the best emotional state anyway, and it took me so completely by surprise that I just lost it. I was crying and said, "No! He smokes and is fat!" Which, in retrospect, is not the most diplomatic thing I could have said, but it apparently convinced her that I was telling the truth and not boffing her husband. And, I had to admire her for at least having the guts to come and face me to find out if it was true instead of just seething and hating me for no valid reason. The last time it happened was when the wife of my teammate and workout partner, Mike, got the phone call. That one really pissed me off, not only because it was, once again, completely untrue and vicious, but because Mike was (and still is) seriously HOT with an ass you could bounce a quarter off of. And it pissed me off because if I was going to be accused of it, then I should fucking be allowed to HAVE it! Fortunately all of that ended when I got married and now it is all just joking. Since I am married to a very prominent prosecutor, everyone in the Sheriff's office knows my husband. The captain over the Narcotics division always asks Jack how "his" baby is doing. Jack just calmly replies that she's fine, and that the child support check had better be in the mail. This day: 2001 Read/Post Comments (0) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top