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!
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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