By Justin Schorr
I’m a fireman and my best pal is a cop.
It seems odd for sure, like a cat and dog playing together, but we get along and he laughs at my jokes, so it works. However, having a cop for a best pal isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. They can be a lot more work than you might think. Here’s what I’ve learned about having a cop as a best pal:
1) They take laser tag WAY too seriously.
2) They always have to face the door.
I get that they are bred for self-preservation and need to be alert 110 percent of the time, but would it kill him to let me sit so I can look out the window? Oh, it might actually kill him? Like for real? Fine. I’ll stare at the wall. Again.
3) He’s always right.
Well, not really, but when he has the vest and gun on he is always right and has to be. However, when we relax for a few beers or a game of cards, it is hard to remind Mr. Perfect that he can be wrong from time to time in the comfort of friends. He’ll deny it, of course, and likely change the subject, but I’ve found it is best to let him win. Especially when he keeps instinctively going for his belt near where he keeps his Taser at work.
4) They have to be the pretty one.
5) Their wives don’t take any lip.
And the hardest part of having a cop as a best pal?
6) He’s in danger.
Having a cop pal isn’t what you think, because every time we go out for a beer, go camping, or take the kiddos and wives somewhere fun, I know he’s bringing his skills along for the ride. That is peace of mind that is worth hearing about the hair, having to be an adult around the wife, and letting him always be right. My best pal is a cop and I’m more than OK with–BZZZZZZZZZZZZT! Dang it MC! And he’ll crouch and run around the dark corner of the laser tag room with a smile on his face and just a hint of evil laughter, knowing full well he is going to win the day. And I’m more than OK with that.