That Special Blend
At the Leave On Time Motel, where guests rarely do, the front desk day clerk was startled by a frantic guest from Room 213. Stating that he had called the police on himself and saying someone was trying to steal his inheritance. The front desk clerk looked puzzled as the guest walked back to his room.
"Police! I need the police!" a man's voice yelled. "Someone's trying to steal my inheritance!"
The dispatcher, used to these kinds of odd calls, sighed. "Okay, sir calm down. We'll send a unit to assist you."
"Make sure nobody follows them!" the man mumbled.
"Sir, are you okay?" the dispatcher asked, with a little concern in her voice.
When Officers Jones and Smith arrived at the Leave On Time Motel, the two officers walked in lobby and approached the desk clerk "We received a call—" and before he could finish speaking.
Both lobby doors swung open and a wide-eyed man in a bathrobe and tin foil hat. I called you guys, what took you so long and did you make sure you weren’t being followed?" Can we talk in my room? I don't trust or know no one here.
The officers looked at each other. When they went in the room the guest closed the curtains tightly and locked the door with a 2 by 4 prop against the door. Officer Smith cleared his throat.
"Sir, you made a call about an inheritance theft?"
The man's looked around the room. "You know about to," he whispered, scratching his head. "Can I trust you guys? I got a secret formula for the world's best instant coffee. My great-aunt left it to me. Looking out the window and they're after it!"
Officer Jones with a look of suspicion. "Who's 'they,' sir?"
Really, “The coffee people” "The Decaf Mafia, come on where have y’all been!" They are the real criminals, the man exclaimed. "They're everywhere! In the vending machines, the ice maker, coffee maker and even in them tiny shampoo bottles!"
As the officers tried to make sense of the situation, then there was a knock on the door. The guest started fidgeting and feeling paranoid ran and hid in the closet. Another knocked on the door. “It’s the front desk sir,” the days clerk said. The officer opened the door. Yes sir, what can we do for you?
Hotel day clerk: "Sorry, officers," "Mr. Johnson here checked in a couple days ago. He, uh, might be on medication and had a few too many coffee refills from our lobby."