This week I had a partner for four out of the five nights. The week included someone calling in bogus requests for the police and a male who bit off more than he could chew.
On Monday night, O and I started out with a BMV. The associate athletic director of a local college went to a bar to watch his football coach's weekly show get recorded. He left his university briefcase in the backseat of his SUV. When he came out after the show, his window had been shattered and the briefcase was gone. This is his first year at the new university, He came down here from a school in Indiana. He and I talked football for a few minutes while O gathered the information for the report. Later in the shift we were dispatched to the one vehicle rollover accident that I have already written about.
O was with me again on Tuesday. We checked by on a code 1 call early in the shift. Code 1 calls are in-progress calls. They are our highest priority calls and we use our lights and sirens to get there in a timely manner. This call slip said that a male had the clerk at a nearby stop-in-rob at gunpoint and was in fact, robbing the store. We arrived in less than a minute along with three other units. Absolutely nothing was going on. The clerk had no idea what we were talking about. In general, fake or bogus calls suck. But a fake code 1 call where details included in the call slip make it sound real and we hurry to get there, those are definitely below average and dangerous. This person called in a few more fake calls during the shift. He used the same name and cell phone number each time and dispatch did not send us to those fake calls. They tried to triangulate his cell phone and use GPS to get a location, but that takes a little time and we could not find him. Our dispatcher talked to him briefly, and he offered to buy her a drink. Our dispatcher deserves a drink, but he is a moron.
I was by myself on Wednesday. The only call of interest was a discharging firearms call. People hear a loud noise or fireworks or a car backfiring, and they report a discharging firearms call. Usually we do not find anything as we check the area. Every now and then, we find a body. Tonight we did not find a body, but we did find spent shell casings. We did not find anything that had been hit by the bullets, but at least the caller really did hear a discharging firearm.
I had traffic court again on Thursday night. This time I was there for 15 minutes. The citizen had hired an attorney and wanted a jury trial instead of a judge trial. That is his right, and I will see him in court again for the jury trial. The citizen's logic is this; he is trying to make me appear in court as many times as possible. If I do not show up one time, the ticket will get dismissed. I was early for roll call after the brief court appearance. The LT took me in an office and asked how O was doing. I told him that he was doing fine, but it was going to take a little time. O only rode by himself for about two months before the medical issue sidelined him. So, he does not have a vast amount of prior knowledge and experience to draw from after his six month absence. He almost needs to be retrained. Which, in a sense is what I am doing.
I rode with J on Thursday. The shift was quite slow until we were dispatched to a shooting scene. Initially, the district attorney did not want to take any charges against the suspect. So, the evidence was collected and we wrote a very detailed report. A few days later, the desk Srg informed me that felony charges had in fact been filed against the suspect. Better late than never.
I was the print unit on Friday and O was my partner. We ran a few calls, but nothing that was print or picture related. In the middle of the shift, we checked by on an assault in progress in the drive through of a fast food restaurant. The restaurant is open 24 hours and caters to the drunk driving crowd after 2 AM. We arrived and there was nothing going on in the parking lot or the restaurant. So, we started checking the cars in the drive through. We spoke with a few people and they had a funny tale for us. Two females were in the parking lot of the restaurant. Two males pulled into the parking lot and yelled some derogatory comments towards the females. The males continued driving to the drive through. The females yelled right back at the males, got into their vehicle and pulled into the drive through as well. Some more insults were exchanged until the male passenger stepped out of the car. He ripped off his shirt like he was the Hulk and started yelling and pointing at the females. So, the female passenger also stepped out. She did not rip off her shirt, or point, or yell. What she did was kick the male's butt. She took him to the ground and rubbed his face on the concrete. When we spoke to the male, he still had leaves on his face from the ground. The female told us that she knew a little martial arts. To add insult to injury, the male went to jail for public intoxication. On the way to jail, he cried. Priceless. You act like the Hulk in a drive through and challenge a female to a fight, you lose, go to jail, and cry. Not a good night for him. The only thing that would have made it better, was video.
That concludes another week on patrol.
On Monday night, O and I started out with a BMV. The associate athletic director of a local college went to a bar to watch his football coach's weekly show get recorded. He left his university briefcase in the backseat of his SUV. When he came out after the show, his window had been shattered and the briefcase was gone. This is his first year at the new university, He came down here from a school in Indiana. He and I talked football for a few minutes while O gathered the information for the report. Later in the shift we were dispatched to the one vehicle rollover accident that I have already written about.
O was with me again on Tuesday. We checked by on a code 1 call early in the shift. Code 1 calls are in-progress calls. They are our highest priority calls and we use our lights and sirens to get there in a timely manner. This call slip said that a male had the clerk at a nearby stop-in-rob at gunpoint and was in fact, robbing the store. We arrived in less than a minute along with three other units. Absolutely nothing was going on. The clerk had no idea what we were talking about. In general, fake or bogus calls suck. But a fake code 1 call where details included in the call slip make it sound real and we hurry to get there, those are definitely below average and dangerous. This person called in a few more fake calls during the shift. He used the same name and cell phone number each time and dispatch did not send us to those fake calls. They tried to triangulate his cell phone and use GPS to get a location, but that takes a little time and we could not find him. Our dispatcher talked to him briefly, and he offered to buy her a drink. Our dispatcher deserves a drink, but he is a moron.
I was by myself on Wednesday. The only call of interest was a discharging firearms call. People hear a loud noise or fireworks or a car backfiring, and they report a discharging firearms call. Usually we do not find anything as we check the area. Every now and then, we find a body. Tonight we did not find a body, but we did find spent shell casings. We did not find anything that had been hit by the bullets, but at least the caller really did hear a discharging firearm.
I had traffic court again on Thursday night. This time I was there for 15 minutes. The citizen had hired an attorney and wanted a jury trial instead of a judge trial. That is his right, and I will see him in court again for the jury trial. The citizen's logic is this; he is trying to make me appear in court as many times as possible. If I do not show up one time, the ticket will get dismissed. I was early for roll call after the brief court appearance. The LT took me in an office and asked how O was doing. I told him that he was doing fine, but it was going to take a little time. O only rode by himself for about two months before the medical issue sidelined him. So, he does not have a vast amount of prior knowledge and experience to draw from after his six month absence. He almost needs to be retrained. Which, in a sense is what I am doing.
I rode with J on Thursday. The shift was quite slow until we were dispatched to a shooting scene. Initially, the district attorney did not want to take any charges against the suspect. So, the evidence was collected and we wrote a very detailed report. A few days later, the desk Srg informed me that felony charges had in fact been filed against the suspect. Better late than never.
I was the print unit on Friday and O was my partner. We ran a few calls, but nothing that was print or picture related. In the middle of the shift, we checked by on an assault in progress in the drive through of a fast food restaurant. The restaurant is open 24 hours and caters to the drunk driving crowd after 2 AM. We arrived and there was nothing going on in the parking lot or the restaurant. So, we started checking the cars in the drive through. We spoke with a few people and they had a funny tale for us. Two females were in the parking lot of the restaurant. Two males pulled into the parking lot and yelled some derogatory comments towards the females. The males continued driving to the drive through. The females yelled right back at the males, got into their vehicle and pulled into the drive through as well. Some more insults were exchanged until the male passenger stepped out of the car. He ripped off his shirt like he was the Hulk and started yelling and pointing at the females. So, the female passenger also stepped out. She did not rip off her shirt, or point, or yell. What she did was kick the male's butt. She took him to the ground and rubbed his face on the concrete. When we spoke to the male, he still had leaves on his face from the ground. The female told us that she knew a little martial arts. To add insult to injury, the male went to jail for public intoxication. On the way to jail, he cried. Priceless. You act like the Hulk in a drive through and challenge a female to a fight, you lose, go to jail, and cry. Not a good night for him. The only thing that would have made it better, was video.
That concludes another week on patrol.
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