Box, Fox… they sound the same

Here’s the scenario: I had to have a tooth pulled yesterday afternoon. A tooth that had really deep roots. My jaw is sore, to the max. The dentist knew it would hurt to the point that Motrin 800 wouldn’t make it stop, so he gave me a prescription for Vicoden as well as the antibiotic. His instructions were to go home, do nothing & take the pain pill as soon as the feeling started coming back. During all this, Chris had my phone, taking calls as they came in. He explained his ‘adventure’ yesterday before the trip to the dentist, on his site: http://christheplumber.wordpress.com/2009/02/26/englewood-police-dept/ & 1 of the calls was from the cop involved in his adventure. He took the man’s address, to deliver a pen to him.

He comes down this morning with the address, for me to look it up on MapQuest. The street name was wrong. He told me the man lives by the Englewood Police Station. So I’m looking for the street (that he said was “Box”) when I saw “Fox” St. ”That’s it!” he yells in my ear, then plans his route. He’s out, with his instructions to lock him out (close the garage door) after he’s gone. Gladly, I tell him. I’ll do almost anything at this point if only he’ll leave. (My jaw is hurting, I have to get something on my stomach, then I can have a pain pill. I could do none of it with him bumbling around. With Chris, it’s generally easier to get him taken care of, then I can do what I need to do.)

So he’s off to deliver this man’s cross-cut Cocobola wood pen, then will meet Joe at their 11 AM appointment. Peace will reign here. I can relax. For a time, anyway.