CALL ME SNAKE

Glancing out the window yesterday afternoon, I saw a Cambridge squad car pull up in front of my house. Then a police officer got out of the car and walked up the driveway toward our house. If I had any drugs, this would be the time to strain my wrists flushing them down. But I didn’t think the cops were interested in my Prilosec so instead I asked: “Is everything OK?”
“Fine,” replied the officer. “I’m just using your trash barrel.”