The week started off very slow and gradually picked up as the days
passed. I had a partner for three nights. I was off on Friday for
Jen's work Christmas party. B and I were the print unit Monday night. It was very cold and very
slow. There was nothing going on and the radio was silent for much of
the night. Tuesday night was a little busier. B and I were the print unit again.
AG, another officer, was in an accident. A car ran a red light and
slammed into the passenger side of her patrol car. She was not
injured. A little later we checked by on a burglary of a business. A cookie
bakery had been broken into. Someone threw a rock through the front
door. The owner said this was the third time his business had been
burglarized in the last year. In the two previous times, the cash
register had been stolen. This time, nothing had been taken. The owner
was, understandably, very frustrated. It smelled amazingly good inside
of the business. Maybe the burglars just like the smell of cookies? B and I were not allowed to ride together Wednesday night. Four
officers from our district called in sick. It was a very cold night
with not many calls, but not many officers either. The night started
with wrecker drivers repeatedly calling in the same illegal parking
call. A vehicle was parked close to a fire hydrant. I ticketed the
vehicle. But that was not enough for the wrecker drivers. They wanted
it towed. Oh well, they do not run things. I checked by with a couple of units on a domestic disturbance. Tranny
drama. A transvestite, due to the goodness in its heart, decided to
let another tranny live with it. They cohabitated for a month. Then
tranny A decided that tranny B had to go and kicked him to the curb.
Tranny B was pissed and came back and broke in a few days later.
Tranny A did not know Tranny B's name. They lived together for a
month, but did not know each others names. Wow. I am sure they shared
all kinds of other things, but not names. My last call of the night was a theft of service from a restaurant.
An obviously homeless guy ordered and ate $18 worth of food. When it
was time to pay the bill, he got up and walked out. He had no
intention of paying the bill when he walked in. Another customer and
the manager stopped him and held him until I arrived. I issued him a
citation for theft and gave him a trespass warning for the location.
If he returns, he will be charged with trespassing, a class B
misdemeanor. Even though he was wrong, I felt like the restaurant, at
the very least, enabled him. They had to know or at least think it was
a possibility, that he was not going to be able to pay. The area is
full of homeless people. I would not want them to discriminate based
upon looks or clothing, but they could ask for him to pay in advance
or at least show that he was capable of paying. That sounds reasonable
to me. J and I rode together on Thursday. Our first call was a burglary of a
motor vehicle at a very nice restaurant. The owner gave the car to the
valet and the valet parked the car out of sight behind the restaurant.
The car was burglarized and the owner was very upset. He said that the
was going to sue the restaurant for parking his vehicle in the back
and out of sight. Getting your vehicle broken into sucks and causes a
hassle, but to sue a business over it? That seems a little much to me. Our last call was to the convenience store that was robbed twice last
week. The clerk claimed that he had seen the robbers out on the
sidewalk. When we arrived, they were gone. We drove around the area,
but they had vanished. I was off on Friday night to attend Jen's work Christmas party. The
party was at a dueling piano bar. They had a really good turn out and
it was a fun place. That concludes another week on patrol.
passed. I had a partner for three nights. I was off on Friday for
Jen's work Christmas party. B and I were the print unit Monday night. It was very cold and very
slow. There was nothing going on and the radio was silent for much of
the night. Tuesday night was a little busier. B and I were the print unit again.
AG, another officer, was in an accident. A car ran a red light and
slammed into the passenger side of her patrol car. She was not
injured. A little later we checked by on a burglary of a business. A cookie
bakery had been broken into. Someone threw a rock through the front
door. The owner said this was the third time his business had been
burglarized in the last year. In the two previous times, the cash
register had been stolen. This time, nothing had been taken. The owner
was, understandably, very frustrated. It smelled amazingly good inside
of the business. Maybe the burglars just like the smell of cookies? B and I were not allowed to ride together Wednesday night. Four
officers from our district called in sick. It was a very cold night
with not many calls, but not many officers either. The night started
with wrecker drivers repeatedly calling in the same illegal parking
call. A vehicle was parked close to a fire hydrant. I ticketed the
vehicle. But that was not enough for the wrecker drivers. They wanted
it towed. Oh well, they do not run things. I checked by with a couple of units on a domestic disturbance. Tranny
drama. A transvestite, due to the goodness in its heart, decided to
let another tranny live with it. They cohabitated for a month. Then
tranny A decided that tranny B had to go and kicked him to the curb.
Tranny B was pissed and came back and broke in a few days later.
Tranny A did not know Tranny B's name. They lived together for a
month, but did not know each others names. Wow. I am sure they shared
all kinds of other things, but not names. My last call of the night was a theft of service from a restaurant.
An obviously homeless guy ordered and ate $18 worth of food. When it
was time to pay the bill, he got up and walked out. He had no
intention of paying the bill when he walked in. Another customer and
the manager stopped him and held him until I arrived. I issued him a
citation for theft and gave him a trespass warning for the location.
If he returns, he will be charged with trespassing, a class B
misdemeanor. Even though he was wrong, I felt like the restaurant, at
the very least, enabled him. They had to know or at least think it was
a possibility, that he was not going to be able to pay. The area is
full of homeless people. I would not want them to discriminate based
upon looks or clothing, but they could ask for him to pay in advance
or at least show that he was capable of paying. That sounds reasonable
to me. J and I rode together on Thursday. Our first call was a burglary of a
motor vehicle at a very nice restaurant. The owner gave the car to the
valet and the valet parked the car out of sight behind the restaurant.
The car was burglarized and the owner was very upset. He said that the
was going to sue the restaurant for parking his vehicle in the back
and out of sight. Getting your vehicle broken into sucks and causes a
hassle, but to sue a business over it? That seems a little much to me. Our last call was to the convenience store that was robbed twice last
week. The clerk claimed that he had seen the robbers out on the
sidewalk. When we arrived, they were gone. We drove around the area,
but they had vanished. I was off on Friday night to attend Jen's work Christmas party. The
party was at a dueling piano bar. They had a really good turn out and
it was a fun place. That concludes another week on patrol.
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