Campus Officers Happy to Accommodate Student Willing to Share His Stash

The item here about the suspect who inadvertently gave away his location by dialing 911 reminded John Bellah of a case he handled.

Bellah, a police officer at Cal State Long Beach, said the dispatch center there “received a series of 911 hang-up calls from one of our dormitories. The dispatcher called the room and the occupant answered, ‘You just gotta send someone over here to help me smoke this stuff.’”

Bellah and another officer were sent to the location, all right, and found the caller in the hall. The student not only repeated his plea for help in smoking his stuff but reached into his pocket, pulled out a container of marijuana, and handed it to Bellah’s partner.

And, by the way, this was no undercover operation. The zonked-out student apparently didn’t notice that his visitors were wearing police uniforms.

We don’t need a menu, thanks: On a visit to northern England, Bruce Thompson found a bed-and-breakfast place in a town whose name wouldn’t translate well for Yanks (see photo).

Alphabet soup (cont.): I’ve talked about BLTs and various offshoots--BLATs (avocado added) and BELTs (egg added). Another reader spoke fondly of BLOATs (onion added).

And, finally, Steve Gray of Mar Vista veered off in another direction, declaring I had forgotten about his favorite: SLATs (Spam, instead of bacon).

Oh, and by the way: The recycling company’s box that Michael Bird of Calabasas spotted was not for sandwiches (see photo).

Maybe her husband gets the assignment: John Stevenson of Chatsworth saw an ad for an outfit owned by someone who obviously didn’t like working in the garden (see accompanying).

Stabling would be a challenge: Perhaps the horse in another ad is good-natured. But as F. Douglas of Morongo points out, you have to wonder how much a 33-foot-tall creature could eat (see accompanying).

Razzing Reseda: After I mentioned how moviemakers seldom take note of Reseda, Lance Robinson phoned and played me an excerpt of the song “Screenwriter’s Blues” by a group called Soul Coughing. Follow the bouncing ball:

And the radioman said that it’s a beautiful night out there in Los Angeles/You live in Los Angeles and you are going to Reseda/We are all in someway or another going to Reseda to someday die/The radioman laughed....

Which makes another Reseda-centered ditty by Tom Petty sound positively uplifting. As Jenifer Divine and several other readers noted, Petty’s “Free Fallin’” includes these lines:

It’s a long day living in Reseda/There’s a freeway running through the yard/All the vampires walking through the Valley/Move west down Ventura Boulevard.

I think I’ll fix myself a SLAT and go to bed.

miscelLAny: Kodak is staging a promotion on the San Diego Pier today at 11, literally rolling out a red carpet for average folks to tread upon. Company reps will offer tips on how to practice “celebrity-esque poses” and “strut” past some real paparazzi. Alas, they omitted my favorite part of the celebrity experience. Participants are not allowed to emulate Sean Penn and punch out any paparazzi.

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