After my mom put the kibbosh on motorcycle patrol, my dad worked vice for a few years. I'm pretty sure my mom had the hots for him in his uniform but not this duty. (Poetic justice???) He dressed like a skank, smelled like one and looked like he was a homeless drug user. This was in the 70s, LOL. He worked a side job as a house painter for extra money, so after he got off work, he'd go get covered with paint, and then just wear the same clothes the next day. One day, I heard my mom bitching about it, until he reminded her that his first choice was the Harley. Periodically, he still reminds her she deprived him of the one job he wanted. She did stats for the DOE and decided she wanted him to be there to be a dad. The things you do for love...
"There are only 2 ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle."
Periodically, he still reminds her she deprived him of the one job he wanted. She did stats for the DOE and decided she wanted him to be there to be a dad. The things you do for love... 
