This has been a LONG week.
I worked Wednesday, so that made it seem even longer. I spent most of the shift working a forgery. I took warrants, locked up the suspect, case closed.
Thursday? I can't even remember. I just remember being busy. And losing my thumb-drive, which 'bout drove me crazy. But I found it today after I took my patrol car apart looking for it.
Friday I got sent to a hit and run right out of the chute. The perpetrator left the front bumper of the car in the roadway, so I had a pretty good idea of what to look for. Turns out that the suspect was pulling out of the parking lot of the motel in a hurry because one of the Crime Suppression officers was questioning management about some marijuana. So I had a name. Crime Suppression was looking for the vehicle and found it in an apartment complex. I was able to lock up the barely 22-year old for the 5th time in her young life. I called Cynthia that night to tell her that even though she can be a pain in the butt, I wanted to thank her for not having taken that path. She thought I was crazy.
Then on Friday evening, on my way to dinner, I stopped by Radio Shack to buy an adapter for my trip to Paris. The clerk told me that there was a guy asleep in the truck in front of the door. It turned out, based on a receipt in his pocket, that he had been there for 5 hours. He had been hopped up on Meth and when he crashed, he crashed hard. I finally got him to wake up, and he lied to me about his name and date of birth. Why? He was wanted by five - yes, 5 - other jurisdictions for various charges. Not the least of which was Escape from my county.
Saturday was the worst day of them all. It was extremely slow the first half of the shift. Things finally picked up, and I was on my way to a Loud Party call when I had an accident. My fault. Fortunately, it was EXTREMELY minor. I didn't even feel the impact and didn't know I had hit anyone until the other driver was honking her horn at me. I realized I must have cut her off, so I stopped and rolled down my window to apologize and allow her to cuss me out. That's when I realized I hit her. It happened on a one-way street at a merge where two road come together. There is a light on a sign that I always think is another vehicle at night. This time I thought it was the light, and it turned out to be a car. Ugh! So I had to pee-in-the-cup and take a breathalyzer test. And of course, take my medicine with the guys giving me a hard time about it. Fortunately, something else happened to take the heat off.
One of the morning watch guys was giving Aaron a hard time about an alcoholic that had an accident, and Aaron didn't realize she was drunk. This same guy had skated on a D.U.I. charge earlier this year. Friday night, he got caught again. So he doesn't work with us anymore.
Sunday was about normal, despite one bizarre episode.
I ran a tag and the registered owner had an outstanding warrant. So I watched him until he hit the right fog-line and hit my blue-lights. As soon as I stopped him, I knew: a) he had no driver's license; b) he was my wanted guy. So I cuffed him and stuffed him. I was waiting for the wrecker to come get his vehicle when Corey, one of the other officers on my shift - and a strange bird - pulled up behind me. He didn't say a word to me, but walked to the driver's side back door of my car, opened the door, stuck his head in, then shut the door and walked off. I said, "Hey! What's going on?," and he said, "Just checking to see if he was cuffed." Then he got in his car and drove off. I spent a couple hours shaking my head about that one. I confronted him later in the squad room. He had no explanation. I'm still shaking my head.
Today, I went to the firing range. It was open-range, and I really need the practice. First shot, I put my left thumb where it wasn't supposed to be and the slide knocked me in the knuckle. I've done that before, and it's self-correcting. Meaning, you won't do that again! 'Til next time anyway. Well, I shot a couple more rounds then went to rub my thumb. It was covered in blood. I had filleted my thumb. Nice. I got a band-aid and shot three boxes of ammo.
I went by the station on my way home, and promptly locked my keys in my car. Does it EVER end???
My new holster and gun-light have come in. I'll get them tomorrow, so when I go back to the range on Wednesday, I can practice with them. Meanwhile, I work tomorrow night. I'm off on Wednesday, except for the range. Then I'm not off again until next Wednesday, work two more, and then WE LEAVE FOR PARIS!
I worked Wednesday, so that made it seem even longer. I spent most of the shift working a forgery. I took warrants, locked up the suspect, case closed.
Thursday? I can't even remember. I just remember being busy. And losing my thumb-drive, which 'bout drove me crazy. But I found it today after I took my patrol car apart looking for it.
Friday I got sent to a hit and run right out of the chute. The perpetrator left the front bumper of the car in the roadway, so I had a pretty good idea of what to look for. Turns out that the suspect was pulling out of the parking lot of the motel in a hurry because one of the Crime Suppression officers was questioning management about some marijuana. So I had a name. Crime Suppression was looking for the vehicle and found it in an apartment complex. I was able to lock up the barely 22-year old for the 5th time in her young life. I called Cynthia that night to tell her that even though she can be a pain in the butt, I wanted to thank her for not having taken that path. She thought I was crazy.
Then on Friday evening, on my way to dinner, I stopped by Radio Shack to buy an adapter for my trip to Paris. The clerk told me that there was a guy asleep in the truck in front of the door. It turned out, based on a receipt in his pocket, that he had been there for 5 hours. He had been hopped up on Meth and when he crashed, he crashed hard. I finally got him to wake up, and he lied to me about his name and date of birth. Why? He was wanted by five - yes, 5 - other jurisdictions for various charges. Not the least of which was Escape from my county.
Saturday was the worst day of them all. It was extremely slow the first half of the shift. Things finally picked up, and I was on my way to a Loud Party call when I had an accident. My fault. Fortunately, it was EXTREMELY minor. I didn't even feel the impact and didn't know I had hit anyone until the other driver was honking her horn at me. I realized I must have cut her off, so I stopped and rolled down my window to apologize and allow her to cuss me out. That's when I realized I hit her. It happened on a one-way street at a merge where two road come together. There is a light on a sign that I always think is another vehicle at night. This time I thought it was the light, and it turned out to be a car. Ugh! So I had to pee-in-the-cup and take a breathalyzer test. And of course, take my medicine with the guys giving me a hard time about it. Fortunately, something else happened to take the heat off.
One of the morning watch guys was giving Aaron a hard time about an alcoholic that had an accident, and Aaron didn't realize she was drunk. This same guy had skated on a D.U.I. charge earlier this year. Friday night, he got caught again. So he doesn't work with us anymore.
Sunday was about normal, despite one bizarre episode.
I ran a tag and the registered owner had an outstanding warrant. So I watched him until he hit the right fog-line and hit my blue-lights. As soon as I stopped him, I knew: a) he had no driver's license; b) he was my wanted guy. So I cuffed him and stuffed him. I was waiting for the wrecker to come get his vehicle when Corey, one of the other officers on my shift - and a strange bird - pulled up behind me. He didn't say a word to me, but walked to the driver's side back door of my car, opened the door, stuck his head in, then shut the door and walked off. I said, "Hey! What's going on?," and he said, "Just checking to see if he was cuffed." Then he got in his car and drove off. I spent a couple hours shaking my head about that one. I confronted him later in the squad room. He had no explanation. I'm still shaking my head.
Today, I went to the firing range. It was open-range, and I really need the practice. First shot, I put my left thumb where it wasn't supposed to be and the slide knocked me in the knuckle. I've done that before, and it's self-correcting. Meaning, you won't do that again! 'Til next time anyway. Well, I shot a couple more rounds then went to rub my thumb. It was covered in blood. I had filleted my thumb. Nice. I got a band-aid and shot three boxes of ammo.
I went by the station on my way home, and promptly locked my keys in my car. Does it EVER end???
My new holster and gun-light have come in. I'll get them tomorrow, so when I go back to the range on Wednesday, I can practice with them. Meanwhile, I work tomorrow night. I'm off on Wednesday, except for the range. Then I'm not off again until next Wednesday, work two more, and then WE LEAVE FOR PARIS!
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