Six word Saturday

On a wild goose chase today

to find a gendarme to report a theft.  If we’d been speeding we’d have found one soon enough, but all the gendarmeries in a 30km radius were closed.  You press a button at the gate, and a disembodied female voice (backed by Vivaldi) tells you “Gendarmerie de la Manche. Nous traitons votre appel” (Police of la Manche, we’re dealing with your call) over and over and over.  Nobody was there,  neither at a medium-sized town on market day nor at our old village.  Eventually, back at our old village, a man’s voice interrupted the Vivaldi. “Il n’y a personne, revenez cet après midi” (there’s nobody here, come back this afternoon)   Puzzled as to who it was speaking if there was no-one there, I replied, in French “It’s a good job I’m not in the process of being raped.”