We called the cops this time, since the official party line has changed from "dial the courtesy officer, not the cops, he is here to help!" to "just dial the cops, the courtesy officer doesn't actually do anything except look for blown-out lightbulbs and tag improperly-parked cars (like the one that sat half on the grass for about two weeks or the other one that was parked NOT IN A SPACE AT ALL BUT IN THE PART OF THE LOT THAT IS FOR DRIVING THROUGH for the better part of one week)" (mmm long parenthetical) anyway we called the cops and a cop came out and sent them inside, but half an hour later they were out and yelling and laughing again.
Mecha says they've gone back inside on their own, though, perhaps because they saw him looking out the window and realized that they were gonna get cops called on them again.
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Date: 2005-05-24 06:04 am (UTC)Mecha says they've gone back inside on their own, though, perhaps because they saw him looking out the window and realized that they were gonna get cops called on them again.
Anyway, to answer your question: cheese.