A call came in complaining about car behind a small tavern in a strip mall about 4 blocks from the station. The back side of the strip mall backed up to a quiet street. On the other side of the street were a couple of nice apartment complexes, a law office and a church. A resident in one of the apartments wanted to report a suspicious car behind the tavern. It had been parked there for a few hours and according to the complainant it didn't belong there.
It was after 0200 so the tavern was closed. The parking lot should have been empty. A unit was dispatched to investigate. The officer was a well muscled no nonsense guy with a really sardonic demeanor. When ever he spoke you really had to pay attention to what he said if you wanted to 'get it'.
After a few minutes he came on the radio announced arrival then quickly cleared. He advised there was no problem.
About a half hour later the complainant called back and said that the car was still there. The officer was notified. He advised he would check into it further. He was off the air about 10 minutes and cleared. Again he advised 'no problem here.'
Twenty minutes later the complainant called a third time. He was irate by now, demanding the officer compel the vehicle to go away.
The officer was contacted and advised of the complainant's insistence that the suspicious car be GONE.
The officer, with a slight chuckle in his voice asked to go to a side channel and scramble. (We used to have a radio system that you could turn two dials, one with letters A thru G and another with numbers 1-9. Turning each offered combinations that would produce a secure signal only the sender and receiver of the same combination could communicate on. To the rest of the eavesdropping world it just sounded like something from NASA.
So the officer says scramble B-2. We switched over to the secure channel. "go ahead".
The officer came over the radio laughing, "It's just a couple of Lizzies, they said they'd be done in a few minutes". Everyone in dispatch was puzzled over what he told us.
"Lizzies? Doing what?" I asked.
"NOT LIZZIES, LEZZIES. THEY'RE GOING DOWN. THEY SAID THEY'LL BE DONE IN A FEW MINUTES ------they aren't bothering anyone!"
"Uh, 10-4". I said.
I turned to my supervisor and asked, "What's a Lizzie? And, what are they going down on?
She burst out laughing, "Lesbians - get it?" "They're doing each other!"
Oh, for heaven's sake, that was something I never expected. I could see in that moment this job was going to be a whole lot more interesting than my old one.
I looked at my supervisor and said, I'm gonna like this job."
