Here in this part of Mexico the police have little huts and tiny office/houses scattered about all over the place. For what function I've no clue, but we see them from time to time and this here's just about the silliest one I've come across. I wish you guys could see it close up, it's just so teeny and ramshackle! At least you can get an idea of it's size by looking at the car tires they have holding the roof down. (You know, I just typed out that last sentance in all seriousness without the whole car-tires-on-the-roof thing even phasing me. What's happening to me?)
I've heard from others that the police might take you to one of these little places to intimidate you to get more bribe money out of you but hell, the three times we've been pulled over here our money was good enough right there on the street.
What I think they really are? I've got an idea that the police go around shaking down taco stands and if the taco stand won't pay out they steal the stand and make a fort out of it. Remember forts?
If you come from the country and you were a boy or a tomboy you'll remember just how big of a DEAL having a fort was when you were a kid. It didn't have to be one of those big special tree house deals that you see on t.v. - nobody in our neighborhood had one of those - no, it was more likely to be an abandoned deer stand or just a bunch of wood you managed to pile up against some trees. A couple of summers we hung out under a bridge (lovely I know.) A fort was such a huge THING when I was a kid, lol I'd forgotten about it. :)
Little brothers could NOT be allowed to come to the fort and hang out - the whole day would be ruined and we did our damn best to stock the fort with whatever we could get from home. Me and the neighbor boy managed to get some candles, a lighter, a shovel, a tin for storage, a salt shaker and a bunch of sandwhich bags (to make water balloons) all stored up one summer and thought we were quite in hog heaven. We had special rocks that we'd dug out of the ground and rolled over for our chairs and even a can of spray paint to decorate - we were - the shit.
Did you guys have forts? What did city kids do? The more I think of it now the more that comes back to me and I'm remembering that FEIRCE feeling of ownership that came with it. Our parents never bothered us about the forts and never that I can remember came to check them out or see what was what - I wonder if they knew how big a deal it was? I'm betting they did. I'm also thinking now that I'm on the verge of being a parent that they probably checked out our shit when we weren't around just to see that things were copacetic and safe enough.
I hope Daisy has a fort some day. I'll totally check it out but I won't let her know it.
So yeah, I'm betting these little police huts are little grown-man forts that they get together to hang out in and jive talk when they're not busy extorting anybody. It almost makes me mushy feeling to think about. :P