The week on patrol, December 27-31, 2010

It was another short week on patrol for me. I worked on Monday and
Wednesday and was off for the other three nights. Monday was the day
that the city observed the Christmas holiday. B and I rode together
both nights.

Our night started off with a burglary alarm at a restaurant. Most
burglary alarms calls that we run are false, either some type of alarm
or human malfunction. At this particular restaurant, when the alarm
goes off, it usually means that they have been burglarized. We arrived
and checked out the exterior and everything was fine. Just another
false alarm.

We wrote a couple of parking tickets and then we were dispatched to
an assault in progress at a gas station. The disturbance started off
as a boyfriend / girlfriend argument and then the good samaritan
decided to join in the fun. The girl reluctantly, she did not want to
"get involved", told us that the past 5 days had been hell. The male
had lost his job and was depressed. Tonight they decided to go out and
try to have fun. They went to a bar and the male caused a disturbance
there but left before we arrived. A little later, she said that he got
out of the car and she left him in the street and drove off. She
stopped to use the restroom at this gas station. He ran after her and
got to the gas station before she exited the restroom. She ran out of
the gas station and jumped into her car and locked the doors. He
started banging on the windows and pulling on the door handles. He
pulled so forcefully that he broke one of the handles off of the
vehicle. This is when the good samaritan got involved. He approached
the upset male and tried to settle things down. For his effort, he got
punched in the face. So, he went back to his jeep and got out a tire
iron. At this point he was worried for his safety and for the females
safety. Once he had the tire iron, the other male came at him again to
hit him. He swung the tire iron and connected with the male's head.
That slowed him down. We ended up taking the boyfriend to jail for
public intoxication and assault. I commended the good samaritan for
getting involved, but you never know what will happen when you insert
yourself into other people's business. That situation could have ended
much differently.

Our first call on Wednesday night was checking by at an apartment
complex with J and C on a domestic disturbance. A boyfriend and
girlfriend went to a bowl game at the nearby stadium. As they were
leaving, they got into an argument. They arrived at the rail platform
and when the train arrived, she stepped onto the train. Apparently, he
was not ready to get onto the train, so instead of verbalizing that,
he grabbed her and snatched her off of the train. Then for good
measure, he grabbed her iPhone, threw it down, and stepped on it. They
got onto the next train and proceeded home. Once they were home, the
girl used the house phone and called her dad who lives out of state.
She told him what had happened. The dad was furious, as most dads
would be, and he then called the police. So, when we arrived at the
apartment, the boyfriend was still there, which is always a bonus.
Most of time, the guys that assault their wives or girlfriends leave
before we get there. Once we found out what had happened, C called the
district attorney and they took criminal mischief charges for the
phone damage, but not assault. At least he was going to jail.

B and I ran a bunch of other calls that night, but none of any interest.

That concludes another short week on patrol.

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The week on patrol, December 13-17, 2010

This was a very short work week for me. I worked only two nights and
was off the rest of the week for our trip to South Carolina. I had a
partner for both nights.

B and I rode together Monday night. B found out earlier in the day
that his transfer to the indoor pistol range at the academy had
finally been approved. He will move to the academy in January. He was
very happy and he will make an excellent instructor. I am very happy
for him, but sad at the same time since we have become good friends
and work very well together.

There were not very many units on the street Monday night. Luckily,
it was a Monday and turned out to be not very busy. Our first call was
a burglary of a motor vehicle. A lady left her laptop bag and Coach
purse on the back seat of her vehicle and went inside of a restaurant
to eat dinner. Shockingly, when she returned, she found a broken
window and her things were missing. By leaving her valuables in plain
sight, especially a purse and laptop bag, she was essentially placing
a big sign on top on her car that said, "TAKE MY STUFF, I AM NOT SMART
ENOUGH TO KEEP IT." People will never learn, until it happens to them,
and even then sometimes it takes 3 or 4 times.

Our last call was a for a loud noise disturbance in a very nice
apartment complex. We arrived at about 3 AM, on a Tuesday morning. In
this complex, all of the apartment doors open off of interior
hallways, kind of like a nice hotel. From the hallway, we can hear the
noise, loud sounds from a TV. We knocked once, forcefully, but without
marring the door. No answer. We knocked a second time, this time every
other apartment in the area heard the knock. We are persistent. Still
no answer, but the loud noise stopped. Not good enough for us, so we
knocked a third time. Finally, we hear the sound of the door
unlocking. We were greeted by a guy wearing what appeared to be ONLY,
an Ed Reed Baltimore Ravens jersey. He is not wearing pants and is out
of breath. He says, "Hey guys, what is up?" I can only shake my head
and laugh. Who answers the door without wearing pants? Dude, did you
not check the peep hole? Next time, mix in a pair of pants before
opening the door and saying, "Hey guys."

Tuesday night was even slower than Monday night. B and I were
partners again. We checked by with A on a suspicious event. A guy
called and said that he heard a strange noise outside of his bedroom
window and he thought that someone was in his backyard. When we pulled
up to his house, he came running, not walking quickly, but running
down the sidewalk looking like he had just seen a ghost or an alien.
He was very pale and breathing very rapidly. Once he told us what was
going on through his hyperventilating, we set off for the back yard.

From the man's reaction, I was expecting zombies in the backyard.
However, no such luck. The backyard and side yards were empty. It did
not appear that anything had been disturbed. While we were walking
back to the front of the house, we heard a noise over the fence. The
house sits next to a small apartment complex. We looked over the fence
and saw a guy working on his car. This was just over the fence from
where the man's bedroom was located. We met the man out by the
sidewalk and explained what we had found. He was still freaking out,
but beginning to slowly calm down. We coaxed him safely back inside
his house. B and I turned to A, who is a female, and told her that she
had bigger balls than that guy.

That concludes a short week on patrol. Next up, South Carolina!

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