Officer Canada

Last night I was changing my doorknob while waiting for the latex primer to dry in the bathroom. There I was, on my knees in front of my door with my drill in my hands, when my neighbor came downstairs on his way out to his car. Now, my neighbor is a police officer, although I had never seen him in uniform . . . until he and his partner, Officer "Canada" (I can't remember his name!), walked by me and my drill. It was a totally Sex and the City moment. Me on my knees with a drill, gaping at two uniformed officers and them staring back at me, jaws dropping.

They were really impressed when I told them my drill had twenty-four adjustable torque settings.