At the store where I work, a lady was trying to return some of her teenage daughter's underwear that didn't fit properly. We have a strict "no underwear returns" policy...
Normally.
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Our daughter had been missing for several hours and my wife was starting to become frantic.
We called the police and they began to organize a search of the surrounding area.
The police sergeant told us they were bringing in a sniffer dog to help.
"Do you have a sample of her clothes?" asked the officer. So, I handed him a pair of my daughter's panties.
He sniffed at the underwear and began slobbering, excited by the scent.
"But, officer," I said, "shouldn't we wait for the dog to arrive."
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