I worked four nights this week, had a partner for one, and was the
print unit on Friday. Monday night the entire family went to the rodeo. Tim McGraw was the
musical act. He put on a good show and the kids really enjoyed the
rodeo. P and I rode together on Tuesday. It was a slow night. We were
dispatched to a disturbance in the gayborhood. A male who was wearing
loose fitting warm-up pants lost his wallet in the bar. He claimed
that it had been stolen and was creating a disturbance in the bar. I
was sure that the wallet had just fallen out of the pants and was
lost, but he wanted a report and we obliged. We were told that there were not enough units for P and I to ride
together Wednesday night. Which was odd since Wednesday is not
typically a busy night and officers were allowed to ride together on
early side. I checked by with Jeff on a disturbance in a very nice
apartment complex. Once we found the correct apartment, we also found
a male sitting in the hallway crying. He had flown in from Atlanta to
visit his girlfriend. Tonight, they had gone out, had a good time, and
gotten drunk. Upon returning to the apartment, they got into an
argument. She got tired of the argument and started ignoring him. He
did not know how to respond and completely flipped out according to
her and her roommate. Being reasonable officers, we gave him the
option to leave. Through the tears he took that option. Over and over
he kept saying, "it hurts." As we were walking out, he wanted us to
carry his suitcase down 1 flight of stairs. We advised the weak
momma's boy to carry his own suitcase. We advised him to stay away
from the complex and gave him a trespass warning. He declined our
offer to get him a taxi and walked away from the complex. As you can
guess, he came back an hour later and was banging on the door. He left
before the officers arrived and they could not find him. And he
returned again at 6:15 AM. This time he was found by dayshift officers
and went to jail. Unfortunately, sometimes it is easier to just take
them to jail in the beginning. I was solo on Thursday. The night was filled with lots of illegal
parking calls. I was dispatched to the same illegally parked vehicle
three times. It was called in by different wrecker drivers each time.
I put a parking ticket on it the first time. The wrecker drivers were
hoping that J would get dispatched because he still tows on occasion.
Not me, unless it is blocking a private driveway, the roadway, a
sidewalk, or fire hydrant, I will ticket the vehicle and leave it
there. To me, it seems like a conflict of interest that a wrecker
driver can call in an illegally parked vehicle in which he stands to
make a financial benefit. I know it is their job and they have the
right to make a living, but it still seems shady. It was a slow Friday night and I was the print unit. I checked by with
J on a burglary of residence call. The call was unusual for a number
of reasons. First, the residents were at home when the burglary took
place. A vast majority of burglaries take place when the residents are
not at home. Burglars do not want to confront people. Secondly, the
suspect came into the townhouse through an unlocked sliding glass door
which could only be accessed from a second floor balcony. Neither J
nor I could figure out how a suspect could get onto the balcony
without a ladder. Thirdly, the male resident was laying down on a
couch which was right in front of the sliding glass door listening to
music on a set of headphones. The male was awake and never saw the
suspect. Fourthly, the female and her dog, who were asleep in the
bedroom, were startled awake and saw a figure in the doorway. She
thought it was her boyfriend, and told him to quit messing with her.
However, it was suspect. She said that he casually turned around and
left the doorway. Then he walked down two flights of stairs and picked
up a set of keys. Then he went into garage and stole her car. As he
was leaving, he used the garage door remote to shut the garage door
behind him. It would take one very calm and cool customer to be seen
by the homeowner, and then to just turn around and casually walk out
of the house stealing a car in the process. That stuff happens in the
movies. J and I talked about it afterwards, and he was convinced that
it was some sort of an insurance scam or that they had wrecked the
car, abandoned it and were now reporting it stolen. It was a very odd
set of circumstances. That concludes another week on patrol.
print unit on Friday. Monday night the entire family went to the rodeo. Tim McGraw was the
musical act. He put on a good show and the kids really enjoyed the
rodeo. P and I rode together on Tuesday. It was a slow night. We were
dispatched to a disturbance in the gayborhood. A male who was wearing
loose fitting warm-up pants lost his wallet in the bar. He claimed
that it had been stolen and was creating a disturbance in the bar. I
was sure that the wallet had just fallen out of the pants and was
lost, but he wanted a report and we obliged. We were told that there were not enough units for P and I to ride
together Wednesday night. Which was odd since Wednesday is not
typically a busy night and officers were allowed to ride together on
early side. I checked by with Jeff on a disturbance in a very nice
apartment complex. Once we found the correct apartment, we also found
a male sitting in the hallway crying. He had flown in from Atlanta to
visit his girlfriend. Tonight, they had gone out, had a good time, and
gotten drunk. Upon returning to the apartment, they got into an
argument. She got tired of the argument and started ignoring him. He
did not know how to respond and completely flipped out according to
her and her roommate. Being reasonable officers, we gave him the
option to leave. Through the tears he took that option. Over and over
he kept saying, "it hurts." As we were walking out, he wanted us to
carry his suitcase down 1 flight of stairs. We advised the weak
momma's boy to carry his own suitcase. We advised him to stay away
from the complex and gave him a trespass warning. He declined our
offer to get him a taxi and walked away from the complex. As you can
guess, he came back an hour later and was banging on the door. He left
before the officers arrived and they could not find him. And he
returned again at 6:15 AM. This time he was found by dayshift officers
and went to jail. Unfortunately, sometimes it is easier to just take
them to jail in the beginning. I was solo on Thursday. The night was filled with lots of illegal
parking calls. I was dispatched to the same illegally parked vehicle
three times. It was called in by different wrecker drivers each time.
I put a parking ticket on it the first time. The wrecker drivers were
hoping that J would get dispatched because he still tows on occasion.
Not me, unless it is blocking a private driveway, the roadway, a
sidewalk, or fire hydrant, I will ticket the vehicle and leave it
there. To me, it seems like a conflict of interest that a wrecker
driver can call in an illegally parked vehicle in which he stands to
make a financial benefit. I know it is their job and they have the
right to make a living, but it still seems shady. It was a slow Friday night and I was the print unit. I checked by with
J on a burglary of residence call. The call was unusual for a number
of reasons. First, the residents were at home when the burglary took
place. A vast majority of burglaries take place when the residents are
not at home. Burglars do not want to confront people. Secondly, the
suspect came into the townhouse through an unlocked sliding glass door
which could only be accessed from a second floor balcony. Neither J
nor I could figure out how a suspect could get onto the balcony
without a ladder. Thirdly, the male resident was laying down on a
couch which was right in front of the sliding glass door listening to
music on a set of headphones. The male was awake and never saw the
suspect. Fourthly, the female and her dog, who were asleep in the
bedroom, were startled awake and saw a figure in the doorway. She
thought it was her boyfriend, and told him to quit messing with her.
However, it was suspect. She said that he casually turned around and
left the doorway. Then he walked down two flights of stairs and picked
up a set of keys. Then he went into garage and stole her car. As he
was leaving, he used the garage door remote to shut the garage door
behind him. It would take one very calm and cool customer to be seen
by the homeowner, and then to just turn around and casually walk out
of the house stealing a car in the process. That stuff happens in the
movies. J and I talked about it afterwards, and he was convinced that
it was some sort of an insurance scam or that they had wrecked the
car, abandoned it and were now reporting it stolen. It was a very odd
set of circumstances. That concludes another week on patrol.
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