Clarity

First I want to address a comment that was made in the earlier post, which I should have brought in to the story, and in an effort to economize words, well...I left it out.

I agree wholeheartedly that anyone who is a police officer---ANYWHERE---in today's world...is a target. Of course, in an effort to poke a little fun at my Crap Party story, that may have come across the wrong way. I apologize for that. Crime does happen anywhere, even in ritzy towns, because let's face it, there is often not a border patrol between Town A and Town B and criminals are crafty. I actually believe that anyone who wears a uniform is an unfortunate target (i.e. Police, ICE, Corrections, etc.) and I do not mean to belittle anyone who is not NYPD. All LEO should be commended for putting themselves in harm's way so that we might be safe.

That being said, the cops do it themselves! This is just funny...for those of you not in NY state, let me explain: The Bronx is located in Bronx County. Brooklyn is called Kings County. Staten Island is Richmond County. Since Staten Island tends to have the least crime out of the 5 Boroughs, the Bronx NYPD call the SI guys "The Richmond County Cops."

So there's always this perceived injustice between the ranks; whose job is harder, safer, more cush. I can tell you first-hand that hubby had no idea what he was getting himself into when he left his Part-Time Police job to become part of the NYPD.

Which brings me back to the story. He was waffling. Back and forth. I want to do this; I'm too old. I should have realized it sooner. Maybe I should just take the test. I've got to be crazy. What do you think? I talked to so-and-so who said...he's nuts, he's right, I don't know, what do you think?

SO...I convinced him to take the test. What could it hurt? I think we both figured he could always back out and not actually go for it. Plus, he had a slight advantage. He was already involved in law enforcement and knew a little bit about what they were looking for. He had to take a test to become the officer he currently was...how hard could it be? He found out that they were giving a test for our county's biggest city (where Ric works now) on the day of my dear friend's wedding. Okay, I said...we can do this. You go take the test and I'll meet you at the church. We can juggle. I don't want you to miss this.

It was imperative that he took that test on that day because we found out that you cannot become a police officer after the age of 35 in New York State. Obviously, you can be one...but there's a cut-off, instituted by an old governor, and he needed to take that test while he was still in the land of 33/34. And having just decided that this was something he really wanted to pursue, he didn't have any time to waste.

We began playing Beat the Clock, and let me assure you...timing really is everything.