So one of the most embarrassing events that can happen to an officer is an accident. Not only do you have to have people look at you on the side of the road, but then your so called "friends" on the force make fun of you for a long time. Here is my most recent wreck.
It was a rainy, sleety, snowy night. I had just got a run on a fire in a house. I got in my car and turned on my lights. As I came to an overpass I thought "It is slick better go pretty slow". My speed for once was way below the speed limit. I was going 35 in a 55 due to the weather. Halfway into the turn on the overpass my ass end swings out from behind me. My training kicked in and I turned the wheels, let off of the gas, and did not hit the brake. The car continued to turn until I was going backwards down the ramp. At one point I thought I had saved it, then the tires hit another patch of ice and I made one more 90 degree turn. This last turn forced the rear end of my car into a guard rail. After hitting the guardrail the car stopped against the guardrail with my door against it. I could not get out. I assumed that the whole rear end of my car was destroyed. It turns out that it was not, just the left side of the bumper and my tail light. As I am sitting there waiting for a tow truck, 6 cars spin out right where I spun out and they almost clobbered me.
What is weird is that this is the second accident that I have been in this year. The first was not my fault at all, a crazy Mexican lady with no license decided to disregard other cars and drive around them. This almost resulted in a T Bone of our cars. She did succeed in killing my car though. In both that accident and this latest one, I could see the whole incident occurring. And before each impact I distinctly remembering "I got it, I avoided it." Then BOOOOOOMMMM!!!!! And I think to myself "SHIT!" It is just funny what you remember and what one thinks about when they have no control over a machine. Another point to this is that police cars are tanks. I have not been injured in either of the accidents, amazingly.
To end this story it was my Dad's 55th birthday. So happy birthday DAD!
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Wintermeiser
As I sit here in my police car blogging I am reminded by how much I hate the cold weather. Looking out my windows and seeing sleet and snow and realizing that I am one ignorant dumb ass driver away from standing outside away depresses me. Well that might be a little over the top, but it still sucks, BAD!!!! The problem with cold weather for a cop is that we have to be prepared to stand outside for long periods of time. Then on top of that we have to be comfortable enough to sit in a heated car, move around (so we can access all our equipment), and not restricted in movement in case we have to take physical action or chase someone. This makes for quite a conundrum. So I say "screw you winter"!!!!!
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Eye Gazing....In a Way
So I am not sure what to title this blog entry. But it amazes me at how people change their reaction to you when they realize that one is a police officer. I have noticed that people awkwardly stare at me, mainly due to my height. This is happened for as long as I can remember. I am quite accustomed to it, though I do not like it. I always think of some great one liners to throw at them, but I choose to refrain myself. However, a completely different stare occurred today.
I was playing basketball with guys at church. We normally play twice a week and have some big names, from the area, show up to play with us. Today I was wearing my Police jersey from our annual butt whooping we give to the hose draggers. Obviously it says Police on it. Well a kid playing with us asks if I am a cop. I state that I am. He then goes on to give me the "eye f**king" stare. This is the stare that people who have dealt with police before give to size up the cop. It is basically to inquire into if they feel they can whoop my ass. This stare occurred for the whole game. He did not think I saw him, though I doubt he would have looked away if I had looked at him. (Quick Tips to "eye f**ckers": Most cops are aware of everything going on around them at all times whether you realize it or not. Whether or not we act on what we see depends on different criteria, but we are trained to think about events and individuals that surround us. Take this as a fair warning. Though I hope no one that reads my blog qualifies.)
This leads me to the question of "What in the hell makes people look at someone, especially cops, and think about whether they can whoop somebody else's ass?" It makes no sense to me, and yet I see it daily. This leads me to another blog entry on the audacity of people to argue or buck up.
I was playing basketball with guys at church. We normally play twice a week and have some big names, from the area, show up to play with us. Today I was wearing my Police jersey from our annual butt whooping we give to the hose draggers. Obviously it says Police on it. Well a kid playing with us asks if I am a cop. I state that I am. He then goes on to give me the "eye f**king" stare. This is the stare that people who have dealt with police before give to size up the cop. It is basically to inquire into if they feel they can whoop my ass. This stare occurred for the whole game. He did not think I saw him, though I doubt he would have looked away if I had looked at him. (Quick Tips to "eye f**ckers": Most cops are aware of everything going on around them at all times whether you realize it or not. Whether or not we act on what we see depends on different criteria, but we are trained to think about events and individuals that surround us. Take this as a fair warning. Though I hope no one that reads my blog qualifies.)
This leads me to the question of "What in the hell makes people look at someone, especially cops, and think about whether they can whoop somebody else's ass?" It makes no sense to me, and yet I see it daily. This leads me to another blog entry on the audacity of people to argue or buck up.
Friday, November 28, 2008
Like Fine Wine....So I've Been Told
So yeah, my sister at our family gathering of Thanksgiving, decided to throw me under the bus. She states something along the line of: "Since you only blog ONCE a MONTH!!!!" So to all of you who appreciate this blog I am going to try and blog twice a week. I had always tried to come up with the best blog entries for your entertainment. Making them like fine pieces of art. Well to please my audience of 3, I will now write down stories in a black book while I work and try and report them quicker. It might take a few weeks to get it going, but I will try.
Hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving and is enjoying the Christmas season....I know I am.
Hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving and is enjoying the Christmas season....I know I am.
Sunday, November 23, 2008
"Knee"d to Post
So I am off of my sabbatical, aka knee surgery. It was nice to have about a month off, however now I am ready to get back to it. Laugh if you will, but I miss driving my car.
So I had a conversation with my sister while I was injured. We got to do a lot of stuff together, well more than we have in the past and I really enjoyed it. She brought up an issue that I feel that most people are a little confused on. She stated, in way or another, that "it must be nice to have a get out of ticket free card." This was in response to my driving. I was going MAYBE 5 mph over the speed limit. (If you know me I would never speed, ; ) I feel that most people think that cops will not a get a ticket if they are caught speeding. Let me assure you this is not the case. There are many officers out there that actually enjoy giving other officers tickets. It is not like being an officer of the past. More often than not officers will write anybody a ticket now adays, regardless of your occupation.
That is it. I just wanted to clear the air. I am sure none of you believe me, but when I get a ticket I will put a picture of it on here.
So I had a conversation with my sister while I was injured. We got to do a lot of stuff together, well more than we have in the past and I really enjoyed it. She brought up an issue that I feel that most people are a little confused on. She stated, in way or another, that "it must be nice to have a get out of ticket free card." This was in response to my driving. I was going MAYBE 5 mph over the speed limit. (If you know me I would never speed, ; ) I feel that most people think that cops will not a get a ticket if they are caught speeding. Let me assure you this is not the case. There are many officers out there that actually enjoy giving other officers tickets. It is not like being an officer of the past. More often than not officers will write anybody a ticket now adays, regardless of your occupation.
That is it. I just wanted to clear the air. I am sure none of you believe me, but when I get a ticket I will put a picture of it on here.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Blow the man down!!!
Last year a female officer in training was riding along with one of my beat partners. Typically when there is a training officer the senior officers have the PO (probationary officer) due all the work. First so as to get them used to being a cop, understanding paperwork, etc. etc. The other reason is so that we do not have to do all of the paperwork, etc. A lot of times we try and joke around with the individuals that we are dealing with at the expense of the training officer. This story is the reverse, the training officer, whether setting the individual up herself or not, made every single one of the 5 officers there (it was a cold boring night) laugh for 5 minutes.
Keep in mind that cops no matter how much of a hard ass they try to be or how serious they try to be love to make people nervous, uncomfortable, laugh (mainly jokes for other officers). Think Supertroopers. First if you have not seen this movie rent it and watch it. It is not a kids movie, so do not let them watch it. And yes cops do use the tricks in that movie among others. I recently used the "meow" with the radio operator on a stolen cat report she was trying to dispatch me on. She had to get off of the radio for a few minutes she was laughing so hard. This is why I love being a cop. It is a blast to do and it is one of the few occupations that are rewarding in humorous ways, in my opinion.
So an idiot (20 year old white male) guns his sports car in a left hand turn to beat traffic. He loses control and wraps his car around a tree. We are talking with him casually asking him if he is o.k, does he need an ambulance, etc. A few minutes pass and we decide he might have been drinking. Since the PO was new and had not dealt with a lot of DUI's we decided to let her do the FST's (Field Sobriety Tests). The guy passes most of the tests and we decide that he hasn't been drunk, but we make him think he is in trouble. At this time 4 of us are standing around the two guys in the car, including the PO. The PO, a female I might add, was doing all of the conversing, the rest of us are just watching and listening. At one point she lets slip that he had not completely passed all of the tests. The gentleman driving (idiot) goes on a plea that he was not drinking nor that he was drunk. The PO goes well if what a PBT test (roadside breathalizer)? The guy states "you can give me any test you want!! If you want to blow, I will do it!!" To our astonishment at a PO being this witty in the first few weeks, the female PO replies "No sir I do no want to blow you!!!" She said so matter of fact and calm that it flew right by the guys head, he did not understand at all. Myself and the other officers at this time turned around and tried to hide or hysterical laughing from view. Each time one of us would look at the other we would lose it again. Finally the guys that we were around starting to catch on and they started back tracking.
It was a hilarious line. It was one of the funniest moments I have witnessed as a cop. And we still tell it and laugh just as hard a year later.
Keep in mind that cops no matter how much of a hard ass they try to be or how serious they try to be love to make people nervous, uncomfortable, laugh (mainly jokes for other officers). Think Supertroopers. First if you have not seen this movie rent it and watch it. It is not a kids movie, so do not let them watch it. And yes cops do use the tricks in that movie among others. I recently used the "meow" with the radio operator on a stolen cat report she was trying to dispatch me on. She had to get off of the radio for a few minutes she was laughing so hard. This is why I love being a cop. It is a blast to do and it is one of the few occupations that are rewarding in humorous ways, in my opinion.
So an idiot (20 year old white male) guns his sports car in a left hand turn to beat traffic. He loses control and wraps his car around a tree. We are talking with him casually asking him if he is o.k, does he need an ambulance, etc. A few minutes pass and we decide he might have been drinking. Since the PO was new and had not dealt with a lot of DUI's we decided to let her do the FST's (Field Sobriety Tests). The guy passes most of the tests and we decide that he hasn't been drunk, but we make him think he is in trouble. At this time 4 of us are standing around the two guys in the car, including the PO. The PO, a female I might add, was doing all of the conversing, the rest of us are just watching and listening. At one point she lets slip that he had not completely passed all of the tests. The gentleman driving (idiot) goes on a plea that he was not drinking nor that he was drunk. The PO goes well if what a PBT test (roadside breathalizer)? The guy states "you can give me any test you want!! If you want to blow, I will do it!!" To our astonishment at a PO being this witty in the first few weeks, the female PO replies "No sir I do no want to blow you!!!" She said so matter of fact and calm that it flew right by the guys head, he did not understand at all. Myself and the other officers at this time turned around and tried to hide or hysterical laughing from view. Each time one of us would look at the other we would lose it again. Finally the guys that we were around starting to catch on and they started back tracking.
It was a hilarious line. It was one of the funniest moments I have witnessed as a cop. And we still tell it and laugh just as hard a year later.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
My Children of the Night
As I was writing my last post about non-police issues I was reminded about my job. I believe I briefly touched on this subject before, but I am apparently the father of 1 million people. Like most children there are some that are independent and do not need my help. THere are some that unfortunately need my help. And then there are those that repeatedly look to me to guide, punish, make decisions, and wipe their asses. Not really wipe their asses, but you know....
Why does this irk me so?? Well I'll tell you. Most people I deal with are idiots and the worst part is that they breed more idiots. I have had to literally tell people to go to their rooms and go to sleep. What is sad about it is that they do. It is as if they never grew up to adults and I have to continue caring for them. Policing is less about fighting crime anymore than it is raising citizens. People say that police work is 90% boredom and 10% fear. I disagree, I think it is 50% boredom (which is mainly filled with humor or trying to find it), 5 % eating, 10% fear, and 35% annoyed, frustrated, and pissed off at the ignorance of the world and having to deal with it.
This is just dealing with adults. Juveniles are their own problem. They realize what they are doing, don't care, and realize that police have little power to do anything about it. The problem with juveniles and society today is that juveniles have no consequence for their actions. Parents are scared to discipline them, police have no power (except in felony situations), and the courts don't punish them.
SO this was pretty disheartening, but I had to write about it. Let me know your thoughts for or against.
Why does this irk me so?? Well I'll tell you. Most people I deal with are idiots and the worst part is that they breed more idiots. I have had to literally tell people to go to their rooms and go to sleep. What is sad about it is that they do. It is as if they never grew up to adults and I have to continue caring for them. Policing is less about fighting crime anymore than it is raising citizens. People say that police work is 90% boredom and 10% fear. I disagree, I think it is 50% boredom (which is mainly filled with humor or trying to find it), 5 % eating, 10% fear, and 35% annoyed, frustrated, and pissed off at the ignorance of the world and having to deal with it.
This is just dealing with adults. Juveniles are their own problem. They realize what they are doing, don't care, and realize that police have little power to do anything about it. The problem with juveniles and society today is that juveniles have no consequence for their actions. Parents are scared to discipline them, police have no power (except in felony situations), and the courts don't punish them.
SO this was pretty disheartening, but I had to write about it. Let me know your thoughts for or against.
This and That...
This post is not about cop work. I have recently been doing some pretty cools things. One of which was the Monday night football game in Cleveland. We drove up on the Monday of the game, watched the game, then drove back after the game. I got home at 6 in the morning, had to get up for a dr's appointment at 11, then had to be at work at 3 oclock. I was exhausted. However, it was definitely worth it. I forgot how much fun pro football games are. Which leads me to my next point. I am excited about going to the Bengals game with my sister. I had a great time this summer when I took her to a Reds game and so hopefully this will be more of the same.
Finally, I go under the knife on Friday. I have a torn miniscus (sp) and it needs to be cut out. So hopefully I can remember some stories and write about them with the month off that I will have.
THat is all for now, I will try and get back to the good, gross, entertaining, and humorous stories.
Finally, I go under the knife on Friday. I have a torn miniscus (sp) and it needs to be cut out. So hopefully I can remember some stories and write about them with the month off that I will have.
THat is all for now, I will try and get back to the good, gross, entertaining, and humorous stories.
Monday, October 13, 2008
Really????
So made a run tonight on a sexual assault of a dog. Obviously none of us believed it at the time, however it was true. All I can say is that there are some really sick people out there. This dog was messed up and unfortunately I am not sure if it will survive. Oh and if you are wondering...we have him on 3 different felonies. This guy really "screwed the pooch". Sorry!!! Inappropriate but necessary.
Sunday, August 31, 2008
No your Not!!!
I completely forgot about this run I made last year until yesterday. The female officer I made it with brought it up at roll call and all of us had a pretty good laugh. You might not find this funny, but I thought it was.
This run was for a 60 year old man who was drunk and being a nuisance to his family. Really not much we can do about it since he was in his own home, but people feel we can get rid of their problems for them even if it is their husband and father. We get there and this old man is sitting in his rocking chair in the living room completely wasted. We end up talking to him for like 2 hours all told while we waited for an ambulance (he was stating that his leg and back hurt from where he got shot). He kept glaring at me every few minutes and finally I had to ask. "What is the problem?" He replied, "I don't think I like you and I think I could take you!!!" Mind you I have not said a word yet, it was the officers run and she was doing all the talking. Realizing he was drunk I let it slide. He kept at if for like 20 minutes, and then the main officer stepped in and asked why his leg was hurting. He stated it was because he got shot, and if he could he would grab our guns and try and hurt us so that we know what it was like to be shot. My other officer stated "I have been shot in my LEFT thigh, I was in rehab for 8 months and I still have pain in it to this day." The old man then changed his attitude and stated "I respect you all. Man I could not do your job, especially big fellas over there." What the officer said was funny because she had never been shot or anything close to it. I knew it, she knew it, and I think the family knew it. So it was hard not to laugh. Usually we try and come up with some humor, not at anyone's expense, but mainly to break up the dull and lame.
As we were still waiting the man realized he had not had a drink in a while. He stated "I am getting up to get a beer." We told him not he wasn't. In a pissed off drunken movement he stood up from his chair and again stated "I AM GETTING A BEER!!!" To which I moved forward about 2 feet from him and stated "No your not."(calmly) The officer told me later it was hilarious to watch as this old man cocked his head straight back and looked up realized what he was doing and stated "Your right, I'm Not!! Sorry!!!" And he sat back down. He repeated this little game 4 more times and each time determined to get a beer. And each time he sat back down and and stated "Your right, I'm Not!"
There was some more to the story. Most of it was not funny, just dull as we waited for EMS. What happened at the end was priceless though. the man as he was being taken to the ambulance asked the other officer why she did not have a limp. Realizing what he meant she proceeded to walk with a limp to the ambulance without saying a word to him. He nodded when he saw her limping on her RIGHT leg as if all was well now that she had a limp. At this point I lost it. She was limping on the wrong leg, did not limp at all during the 2 hours we were there, and he did not notice or care until she did what he thought she should be doing.
This was probably not funny to a reader. Had you been there it would have been one of the funniest things you have ever seen, I promise. Sorry if it was not humorous to you, but I had to write about it.
This run was for a 60 year old man who was drunk and being a nuisance to his family. Really not much we can do about it since he was in his own home, but people feel we can get rid of their problems for them even if it is their husband and father. We get there and this old man is sitting in his rocking chair in the living room completely wasted. We end up talking to him for like 2 hours all told while we waited for an ambulance (he was stating that his leg and back hurt from where he got shot). He kept glaring at me every few minutes and finally I had to ask. "What is the problem?" He replied, "I don't think I like you and I think I could take you!!!" Mind you I have not said a word yet, it was the officers run and she was doing all the talking. Realizing he was drunk I let it slide. He kept at if for like 20 minutes, and then the main officer stepped in and asked why his leg was hurting. He stated it was because he got shot, and if he could he would grab our guns and try and hurt us so that we know what it was like to be shot. My other officer stated "I have been shot in my LEFT thigh, I was in rehab for 8 months and I still have pain in it to this day." The old man then changed his attitude and stated "I respect you all. Man I could not do your job, especially big fellas over there." What the officer said was funny because she had never been shot or anything close to it. I knew it, she knew it, and I think the family knew it. So it was hard not to laugh. Usually we try and come up with some humor, not at anyone's expense, but mainly to break up the dull and lame.
As we were still waiting the man realized he had not had a drink in a while. He stated "I am getting up to get a beer." We told him not he wasn't. In a pissed off drunken movement he stood up from his chair and again stated "I AM GETTING A BEER!!!" To which I moved forward about 2 feet from him and stated "No your not."(calmly) The officer told me later it was hilarious to watch as this old man cocked his head straight back and looked up realized what he was doing and stated "Your right, I'm Not!! Sorry!!!" And he sat back down. He repeated this little game 4 more times and each time determined to get a beer. And each time he sat back down and and stated "Your right, I'm Not!"
There was some more to the story. Most of it was not funny, just dull as we waited for EMS. What happened at the end was priceless though. the man as he was being taken to the ambulance asked the other officer why she did not have a limp. Realizing what he meant she proceeded to walk with a limp to the ambulance without saying a word to him. He nodded when he saw her limping on her RIGHT leg as if all was well now that she had a limp. At this point I lost it. She was limping on the wrong leg, did not limp at all during the 2 hours we were there, and he did not notice or care until she did what he thought she should be doing.
This was probably not funny to a reader. Had you been there it would have been one of the funniest things you have ever seen, I promise. Sorry if it was not humorous to you, but I had to write about it.
Friday, August 15, 2008
Ingles Por Favor
With apologies to my brother who should not read this or restate it in any given way shape of form.
Just a real quick story of interpretation the other day. I made a run with 3 other officers for a fight run, essentially it was not a fight but a disagreement. Basically two african refugees that moved here and lived together in an apartment did not like each others girlfriends. That being said one did not want to let the others girl in the house, because " I not know her, I not trust her." I stated in about as many ways that I could that he could not tell his roommate that his girl was not allowed in the apartment.
Why this is funny is due to the next part. I state "He is allowed to bring in the apartment whoever he wants and you can not stop him. The same way he can not stop you from bringing your girl in." I went on to say that 4 more times, which he replied each time with "I not know her". Finally his girlfriend chimes in and states "Hold on let me speak english for a minute." She turns to her man and states, "He is saying that you can not tell (the roommate) who he can bring in this mother fucker, the same way he can not tell you not to bring me in this mother fucker."
I look at the man who appears to understand the girlfriend and just nods. I then look at the other officers who are laughing at this point. We give up and go to our cars at this point. As we are about to leave they yell from the second story, he is trying to throw me out again. Finally I say, as any parent would, "You go to your room and you go to your room (pointing at each individually) and go to sleep." That was followed by another officer on the megaphone yelling "Go to Bed!!!!"
This story is funny for two reasons. One apparently to understand a statement there has to be some 4 letter word to foreigners. And the second is that parenting has apparently been added to a police officers duties, for not just children but adults as well.
Just a real quick story of interpretation the other day. I made a run with 3 other officers for a fight run, essentially it was not a fight but a disagreement. Basically two african refugees that moved here and lived together in an apartment did not like each others girlfriends. That being said one did not want to let the others girl in the house, because " I not know her, I not trust her." I stated in about as many ways that I could that he could not tell his roommate that his girl was not allowed in the apartment.
Why this is funny is due to the next part. I state "He is allowed to bring in the apartment whoever he wants and you can not stop him. The same way he can not stop you from bringing your girl in." I went on to say that 4 more times, which he replied each time with "I not know her". Finally his girlfriend chimes in and states "Hold on let me speak english for a minute." She turns to her man and states, "He is saying that you can not tell (the roommate) who he can bring in this mother fucker, the same way he can not tell you not to bring me in this mother fucker."
I look at the man who appears to understand the girlfriend and just nods. I then look at the other officers who are laughing at this point. We give up and go to our cars at this point. As we are about to leave they yell from the second story, he is trying to throw me out again. Finally I say, as any parent would, "You go to your room and you go to your room (pointing at each individually) and go to sleep." That was followed by another officer on the megaphone yelling "Go to Bed!!!!"
This story is funny for two reasons. One apparently to understand a statement there has to be some 4 letter word to foreigners. And the second is that parenting has apparently been added to a police officers duties, for not just children but adults as well.
Friday, July 25, 2008
Old Man and the Cop
So my grandfather recently went for a ride along with me. It was very interesting and fun. For most the ride it was very boring according to my standards. I was looking to get into some action, however, even with the beautiful weather and sunny skies none was to be had. Finally we had a break. There was a robbery alarm that went off and we were the only car available. So we had to go code 3 to the run that was 10 minutes away with lights and siren. It was a two lane road that we were on so I did not have time to look over and see if grandpa was white knuckled or not. I will not say the exact speed, but rumor pray tells of upper double digits on a two lane road.
Anyways, another opportunity came on an injury accident. A drunk driver had a head on collision with a honda accord. The drunk was driving a dodge ram. Luckily no one was seriously injured, but one female (not wearing her seat belt I might add) flew forward and hit her head on the windshield and caused it to spider web. Well eventually we got the report done and headed down to the book with the drunk. This is only interesting because grandpa was able to see a breathalizer test as well as some unruly detainees at the book. He got a chuckle out of that.
Like most rides I hope to give people some action and get them to see some things that they don't normally see. This is to mainly get their eyes opened a little bit and let them have some stories to tell at work. Hopefully they find some humor, concern, appreciation, and respect for the job that police officers have to do. It is not all writing tickets, though some cops do love writing tickets I hate to do it. (That is a story in and of itself. People's reaction to being pulled over, their lack of understanding that they were guilty, and their so called integrity that they are innocent.)
Hopefully my grandpa enjoyed himself. He seemed too. It was nice to be able to spend some time with him, since I don't remember spending alone time with him in the past couple of decades. When I was in high school we were just to busy with sports. And in college the few months I lived in Michigan at the same time they did I didn't really have a chance to get over. The few times I did, as my grandma so eloquently put it "she always came along." (meaning my wife, girlfriend at the time). So grandpa thanks for going for a ride, putting up with my driving, and I hope you had a great time.
Anyways, another opportunity came on an injury accident. A drunk driver had a head on collision with a honda accord. The drunk was driving a dodge ram. Luckily no one was seriously injured, but one female (not wearing her seat belt I might add) flew forward and hit her head on the windshield and caused it to spider web. Well eventually we got the report done and headed down to the book with the drunk. This is only interesting because grandpa was able to see a breathalizer test as well as some unruly detainees at the book. He got a chuckle out of that.
Like most rides I hope to give people some action and get them to see some things that they don't normally see. This is to mainly get their eyes opened a little bit and let them have some stories to tell at work. Hopefully they find some humor, concern, appreciation, and respect for the job that police officers have to do. It is not all writing tickets, though some cops do love writing tickets I hate to do it. (That is a story in and of itself. People's reaction to being pulled over, their lack of understanding that they were guilty, and their so called integrity that they are innocent.)
Hopefully my grandpa enjoyed himself. He seemed too. It was nice to be able to spend some time with him, since I don't remember spending alone time with him in the past couple of decades. When I was in high school we were just to busy with sports. And in college the few months I lived in Michigan at the same time they did I didn't really have a chance to get over. The few times I did, as my grandma so eloquently put it "she always came along." (meaning my wife, girlfriend at the time). So grandpa thanks for going for a ride, putting up with my driving, and I hope you had a great time.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
WWE wantta be
So apparently I have taken a tremendous vacation from writing on my blog. And to be honest the only reason I even thought about it was because of my sisters blog. I will try and post at least once a week from now on. I believe I have a few more stories in the year that I can tell.
Let's start with one. I made reference to this story in one of my posts so I will tell it now.
First of all my dad was riding with me that night and I was in a pissy mood. It was raining, we had car accidents out the butt, it just wasn't a good day. Then all of sudden we get a run on a CIT patient, which is crisis intervention team, meaning people with mental problems that need help due danger to themselves or others. (This in and of itself is getting ridiculous on our department, I will write about that later) The run stated a 20 year old male is throwing things and making threats to his girlfriend and is apparently high on some type of illegal drugs. I pull up and the girlfriend is outside with the "consumers" (police term for patient since he is not a suspect in a crime) mother. Where my car is positioned I can not see the stair case coming down from the apartment building floor. As I am talking to the GF and mother, they both go there he is. I still can not see him at this point. All of a sudden I take two steps and he pops out from behind the wall, where the stairs are. He is ranting and raving, cussing up a storm, throwing his hands up in a menacing way, and trying to ensnare me into a fight (which I would have gladly given him due to my pissy mood). I am about 3 feet from him face to face. At this point my partner pulls up from behind him and yells at him to get his attention. As he turns his anger and jeers toward my partner, I slip on the "love gloves". My dad later told me "when you slipped on the gloves it was going to be a fun night." Once my gloves where on I moved in behind the consumer, once he realized I was there he turned and kind of swung at me with his hands. He missed so I took my right hand, grabbed him around the neck and slammed him on the hood of car. Apparently I lifted him off the ground a good foot, but I don't recall. That is pretty much the rest of the story. We had to tussle with him a little bit more, I gave him the "come to Jesus speech" all the while he is still cussing and saying he is going to whoop our asses.
I tell this story not so people will think I am involved in police brutality, but to set the story straight. My dad loves to tell this story and I wanted to get out my perspective. To be honest other officers probably would have tasered him and whooped his ass. However, we just 4 pointed him and then EMS took him to the hospital to get help.
Let's start with one. I made reference to this story in one of my posts so I will tell it now.
First of all my dad was riding with me that night and I was in a pissy mood. It was raining, we had car accidents out the butt, it just wasn't a good day. Then all of sudden we get a run on a CIT patient, which is crisis intervention team, meaning people with mental problems that need help due danger to themselves or others. (This in and of itself is getting ridiculous on our department, I will write about that later) The run stated a 20 year old male is throwing things and making threats to his girlfriend and is apparently high on some type of illegal drugs. I pull up and the girlfriend is outside with the "consumers" (police term for patient since he is not a suspect in a crime) mother. Where my car is positioned I can not see the stair case coming down from the apartment building floor. As I am talking to the GF and mother, they both go there he is. I still can not see him at this point. All of a sudden I take two steps and he pops out from behind the wall, where the stairs are. He is ranting and raving, cussing up a storm, throwing his hands up in a menacing way, and trying to ensnare me into a fight (which I would have gladly given him due to my pissy mood). I am about 3 feet from him face to face. At this point my partner pulls up from behind him and yells at him to get his attention. As he turns his anger and jeers toward my partner, I slip on the "love gloves". My dad later told me "when you slipped on the gloves it was going to be a fun night." Once my gloves where on I moved in behind the consumer, once he realized I was there he turned and kind of swung at me with his hands. He missed so I took my right hand, grabbed him around the neck and slammed him on the hood of car. Apparently I lifted him off the ground a good foot, but I don't recall. That is pretty much the rest of the story. We had to tussle with him a little bit more, I gave him the "come to Jesus speech" all the while he is still cussing and saying he is going to whoop our asses.
I tell this story not so people will think I am involved in police brutality, but to set the story straight. My dad loves to tell this story and I wanted to get out my perspective. To be honest other officers probably would have tasered him and whooped his ass. However, we just 4 pointed him and then EMS took him to the hospital to get help.
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