Another Saturday Night

Not all people missing from homes are 'missing.'
Take tonight for example. First job of the night is a report that a girl is 'missing from home.'
Briefly, this girl argues with parents quite a lot. She's teenage, it's her job to do that after all.
Tonight, this girl gets told by parents that they want her out so she does what she's told for the first time since the hormones kicked in and leaves.
After an hour or so we get the call and roll up all hot fuzz and take details. This girl is with friends. She hangs up when I call. Before the hang up I hear laughing and music in the background. She is obviously not a victim of an abduction. Kidnappers, in my experience do not play JLS in the background, they play tense minor chords on a high tech synth.
2 hours is spent trawling round the local area looking for this girl all the while listening to my mates being run ragged, can't do anything else you see, policy and all that.
Eventually I decide to pay home address a visit to give a final update.
Lo and behold girl is stood on the corner with a group of friends chatting and hugging, like the Emo people do and I'm led to believe is all the rage. Whatever's wrong with a firm handshake is beyond me but that's a different story.
I get out of my car and walk the girl home. That's right, walk her the 30 metres home.
Knock on the door, dad answers and appears more upset he's missing the penalty shoot out than the fact his daughter has been 'missing.'
Job done.
Moral of the story- if the champions league final is more important than getting off your lazy arse to go and search for your own daughter, maybe the way you parent is reflected in child's behaviour.
For those of you who complain that billy burglar gets a free reign nowadays, remember, the majority of my crime fighting time is taken up this way.