When “I Swear It Wasn’t Me Dad!” Went Wrong
Well isn’t this just a page taken straight from the tear-streaked diary of suburban family drama? Over on the usually tranquil, doves-roosting-peacefully-in-the-gardens Park Place, Bedford, the calm was rudely disrupted. Not by aliens landing, not by a time-warp portal suddenly opening, but by a classic father-son showdown.
Our dear old dad, exhibiting those well-honed detective skills every parent must acquire, happened upon a collection of forlorn, deserted liquor bottles (the nerve!). Meanwhile, our misguided heir-to-the-throne decided he’d try to play innocent instead of ‘fessing up to his rebellious act – the audaciousness, it’s just breathtaking, isn’t it?
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Of course, he eventually realized that claiming the invisible liquor fairy was probably not a convincing alibi and decided to swallow his pride – and presumably the last dregs of any remaining booze – and apologized. Ah, the sweet, sweet taste of awkward father-son reconciliation!
Our heroes in blue from the Bedford Police swooped in to diffuse the situation, doling out sage advice for calm communication and heavily hinting that shouting matches over empty bulbous bottles of joy are not quite the height of mature conflict resolution. What? No way, who’d have thought!
You’ve just got to love the irreplaceable charm of family drama, right? Here’s to better communication and fewer clandestine drinking escapades, Bedford. As always, Stay safe, Stay sober. Cheers!
Pulled from the ever-trusty Bedford Police Blotter. I couldn’t make this up if I tried.
Written By:
William Thomas
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