An excerpt from one of last night's conversations with the police:
Dispatcher: About how tall was he?
Me: About 5'10", 5'11".
Dispatcher: And about what age?
Me: Early fifties, I guess; he had white hair and a white mustache.
Dispatcher: Okay, give me a minute.
[ . . . ]
Dispatcher: And what was he wearing tonight?
Me: Well, when I saw him, he wasn't wearing anything.
Ask me about it sometime.
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