Yup, I grew up next door to the county sheriff. They moved in when I was about four or five. They had a little girl two years older than me. We became neighborhood friends and spent many hours riding bikes, picking honeysuckle, and doing kid stuff. As we grew older, our activities in different grades took us in separate directions but we still remain in contact today. She is a lovely human being.
***not his cruiser***
Ok, back to living next door to the sheriff. He and his family also attended church with us. In our junior high and high school years we were active in the church youth group. The youth group kept us pretty busy. There were weekly evening devotionals with fellowship, monthly outings to fun activities and conferences, and during the summer we would take road trips to other churches for shared services. To say we all knew each other was an understatement.
So, one Halloween night we took my little sister out to trick or treat around the neighborhood. We had hit the entire block, from the house on the corner that gave out bags of popcorn to Mrs. Shirley's house that was set up with a full blown dessert table where we helped ourselves to whatever sugar we wanted. Mrs. Shirley worked in the bakery at the local Piggly Wiggly. That woman knew how to make some great cakes and cupcakes and other sweet treats. She loved laying out a big spread for the neighborhood every year. And we looked forward to it. We had hit the house on the far street in the middle that gave out full size candy bars and the one next to it that gave out suckers. The whole route took a little while, especially with a small one with little legs.
When we walked back to the dead end of our street (we were the last house) we began to notice our yard looked strange. We had street lights but they weren't super bright so it was hard to make out at first. As we got closer we realized... We had been ROLLED! Our house had been rolled with toilet paper while we were on our candy fueled jaunt around the neighborhood! We were so surprised, it was hilarious.
And, watching it all, was the county sheriff, standing on his front porch. He just leaned nonchalantly against his door frame observing us. It took a lot to get him rattled. He was pretty chill. I assume that comes with the job. We walked over to ask him about the "crime".
When we got to his stoop he just kinda shrugged and said, "Well, some really nice boys from church came by and asked if they could. I told them they had to do it and make it look good."
Well alrighty then! We all had a good laugh out of it. And, funnily enough, my older sister was jealous. She said her friends never loved her enough to roll her! Um... I'm sorry? I mean, what do you say to that?
Were you ever rolled? Tell me about it!
Be well, y'all.