fracas

I promise you that I’ve not become obsessed. I know I just recently wrote about a health warning for carrots grown in Mexico that were making people sick because they’d been watered with sewage.

Here I am, writing about le Caca again.

It’s not my fault. Honest.

“Police have recovered the black, 9-mm Smith & Wesson pistol stolen from the Elvis After Dark exhibit at Graceland, Presley’s Memphis estate, amid last week’s anniversary celebrations.

The theft was brought to the attention of authorities on Friday, after a fan noticed that a glass panel was unfastened. Surveillance cameras showed a man removing the pistol from the display case around midnight on Aug. 14.

After seeing news reports of the theft, custodial worker Travis Brookins turned the gun over to police. Brookins told officers that he was cleaning portable toilets behind the exhibit hall last Thursday when he found the gun in the muck. Unaware where the gun had come from, he took it home and cleaned it.

According to Memphis police, Brookins telephoned in and said he believed he had found the stolen gun. Authorities believe the thief must have dropped the gun into the toilet.”

I have some thoughts on this situation. I’m sure you do too.

I think, if I were cleaning portable toilets and found a gun mired in poo, I’d probably not make my first choice of action to take it home and clean it up.

And I wonder… at the time the sap who stole the gun was in the toilet and dropped the thing, if there was a line-up outside the potty, what do you think the people waiting their turn might have thought? I mean.. don’t you think dropping a gun into the bowels of a portable toilet mightn’t just make a tad bit of a noise?

If indeed you were in that line-up, would you still have used said potty, or would you have looked for another?

If Sheryl Crow were there in the line-up and heard the, umm… noise, do you think she’d have still insisted he use one square only? 

I don’t have the answers to all these questions, but I have decided one thing for certain.

If I should ever (and you know with the internet and all, it’s not entirely impossible) happen to meet Travis Brookins…

I don’t think I’ll shake hands.

[Story source: http://www.cbc.ca/arts/music/story/2007/08/21/presley-gun-museum.html]