Yesterday I had window washers at the house. Within minutes the workers asked me to lock up Orlee The Giant Puppy as every time they got a window clean, she stuck her nose on it. “Every time!” they said.
Without her attorney/my husband here to represent her, she was sent to jail.
I feel her pain. My first real job was in an office of ten people. One day, someone stole the cash box. Guess who was responsible for the cash box? That’s right. Me.
The boss was very diplomatic and declared that everyone (except him of course) would take a lie detector test. Being the prime suspect, I was first.
I arrived at the police department and was escorted, by two burly officers, to a dark basement room. They attached several wires to me, which because of my profuse sweating, took several tries to get the pads to stay attached to my skin. The younger officer with the lie detector was set up almost out of eyesight but not quite.
“Is your name Teresa?” the older officer sitting in front of me asked.
“Y-y-yes?” I listened to the needle scratch across the paper.
“Do you drive a 1965 Chevy Impala?”
“I? Yes? It’s not mine though. I mean I don’t own it. I mean…” The scratching noise intensified.
“Please keep your answers to yes or no.” The young officer made a mark on the paper.
“Have you ever stolen anything?” Older officer asked.
“Have I ever…” Of course I’ve stolen some thing. As a kid I took change off dad’s dresser to buy ice cream from the truck. Did that count? I once stole a candy bar that Mom wouldn’t let me have, but she made me take it back and apologize. Did that count? “Well…I…sorta…”
“Yes or no answer please.”
“Yes.” No violent scratching from the needle.
The electrodes attached to my fingers slipped off from copious amounts of sweat. Old officer reattached them and moved in for the kill.
“Do you live in Topeka, Kansas?”
“Yes.” The needle was silent.
“Do you have a pet?”
“No.”
“Are you wearing a blue shirt?”
“Yes.”
“Are you wearing green shoes?”
“No.”
Old officer leaned in closer. “Did you steal the money?”
I heard the needle jump across the page.
“DID YOU STEAL THE MONEY?” he shouted.
“NO!” I shouted back.
He smiled and removed the sweat soaked electrodes from me. “I knew she didn’t take it before she sat down,” old one said to young one.
Seven of us were proven innocent and two were inconclusive.
The boss refilled the cash box but filled it with blacklight powder dusted money.
I asked to be removed from cash box duty.
CRAZIE TOWN 
I would have been petrified to have been in your shoes. Would have failed the test just because I am so anxious and when they said did you steal the money my heart would have been in my throat.
A cute and funny post.
Thanks, Yvonne. I’ve always been a terrible liar so all they would have had to do is ask me straight out.
Great post. Made me laugh! I do believe the lady’s back on track. Welcome home. Me, I’m on the farm again typing with one finger on the phone and NOT as I just discovered, successful in repairing a crack in the toilet water line. And we wanted a cosy home back on the prairie because??? I can’t even tell you how many mare’s tail weeds I’ve pulled in the last few days. You see, there’s this thing with construction about using a bobcat to push dirt (and whatever lawn we had) tight against the old foundation thereby leaving raw dirt which mare’s tail happily colonized. Okay. I’m done.
Dear, Janet. That’s for your comments. They are always welcome! Hang in there with your farm place. It’s just going through a teenage rebellion stage.
Thank goodness you didn’t lose your job over it!