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It’s been several days since I’ve posted a fond memory of The Corner … so it’s well past time I do so again.

One day, Ruth and I were working the lunch shift. We saw a car pull up out front, and its driver positioned it directly in front of the fire hydrant (which was about as close to the door of the building you could get), disembarked, and came inside.

Just after she entered, one of the patrons eating lunch spoke up and said, “Ma’am, if I were you I’d move my car.”

The woman didn’t as much as look over, and responded quite sassily, “I don’t think it’s any of your business.”

Mind you, the patron in question was the Wake Forest Chief of Police. In uniform. With radio, firearm, etc. He was looking quite law-enforcement-esque this particular day.

Nobody spoke for a few moments. The Chief was rather shocked, and even Ruth was speechless … a rare thing indeed.

Finally, she spoke up. “Ma’am, I’m afraid that is his business, since he’s the chief of police.”

This got the woman’s attention. She whirled around, and saw that Ruth’s stunning allegation was true, gasped, and rushed out of the building. Her car pulled away rather rapidly.

She didn’t come back.