Pigs in the Workplace

Due to the recent unemployment of The Fraudulent Christian, I had to assist PT Shmoozer with answering the phones while she went to lunch. It just so happens that Houston law enforcement shows during this time. They had initially asked me where the owner was. The owner had walked out about 30 minutes prior to their arrival. They ask for the next in charge. That would be the GM, but he is out until 4/30 on a vacation. They proceed to ask me for the next in line; which just so happens to be PT Shmoozer, and she too was out to lunch. They then ask us if a fire were to occur, how would we direct everyone out seeing that no one of authority was in the establishment. The police, or as I would like to call them Hooskin Haters, start asking me and Girly Boy about licenses. I was not sure what licenses they were speaking of, and Girly Boy directs them to a pin board located behind PT Shmoozer's door. I asked the Hooskin Haters if that was sufficient and they said no, so I decided to ring PT Shmoozer on her mobile phone. PT Shmoozer drags her saggy ass back to work, and at this point the Hooskin Haters were rummaging about things in the office as if they owned the place. The Hooskin Haters are then directed to the only 2 salesmen we have. They ask them about their licenses to sell cars. They inform us that according to their records we are selling cars illegally. I imagine things went fairly well with them after that, because I walked out for a smoke, and when I returned, they had left. The Hooskin Haters tell the people in the front that we, Girly Boy and myself refused to tell them the owners name. That was a crock, had they asked for it, they would have received it. I wasn't offering the information, but if they wanted it they could have asked. Police get on my damn nerves sometimes. Why would they say to their superior on the phone that I refused to give them the owner's name? Fucking pigs!!!