THE MISSING BUOY

The Missing Buoy

Saturday, 9:45 AM, June 13, 2015, Redondo Beach Pier

Officer Chris Hansen followed the excited alcoholic to the scene of the crime on the Redondo Beach Pier.

“What is it this time, Tiny?” Officer Hansen asked.

“That buoy!” Tiny pointed out to sea.

“What buoy?” Officer Hansen didn't see anything.

“The one that ain’t there no more,” Tiny stomped his foot.

“Well, Tiny, for once you are right, or else we’re both not seeing things! I’ll make a report. Vandals probably took it last night,” Officer Hansen replied.

“No, no, no!” Tiny cried out, grabbed a fisherman and pulled him over to testify on his behalf.

“Don’t be grabbing me like that, Tiny! Let me go. You need a bath!” Sergio pulled away from his smelly friend.

Sergio carefully put his fishing pole down and then explained to Officer Hansen that they had all just seen the buoy disappear.

“It was there a few minutes ago.  It had sea lions on it and everything, then boom, it went down! It might pop back up any minute, you think? You know, like a jack-in-the-buoy-box….sea lions and shit flyin’ in the air, ya think?” Sergio corroborated Tiny’s story.

“Ya’ll are ruining a perfectly good Saturday morning,” Officer Hansen glared at the men. All the fishermen gathered around shouting at the same time that they never touched the buoy.

~ To Be Continued ~