So, for the past bit, police work has been quiet... no good stories or such to share...
Then, this past week I managed to have two of the "Momma Fargo" style head-banging-on-the-steering-wheel moments to remind me that I'm back at work.
The first was courtesy of some Federal counterparts, when we were out to do a dog & person bomb sweep before a VIP visit at one of our local airports. After we'd taken care of the buildings, the vehicles etc, the lead agent looks at me and says "So can you sweep the tarmac between here and where we're parking the plane please?" Said runway being as typically flat, level and clean of debris as any modern runway...
My partner and I both resisted the urge to simply look across the bare ground and say "Yep, cleared it." But trust me, it was an eye-rolling moment.
Then, this past weekend I worked another of our DUI patrols. Most of the night was slow & useless, due to the cold weather I think. Just before it was time to wrap everything up I managed to find mine though.
Our fun started with what I like to call the honesty game:
"So sir, how much have you had to drink tonight?"
"OK, you pretty much reek of alcohol, so let's try this again. How much did you have to drink?"
"Nothing," all said with eyes just about bleeding out of his head, and an inability to focus on anything at all.
So it's going to be one of those discussions I quickly deduce.
Then, looking at the center console I ask him, "What's in your glass there?" To which he gives me a vacant look, then before I can stop him picks it up and pours most of it out in the seat next to him...
After I get that issue stopped and resolved I ask him what the hell he was thinking. "Oh, I thought you wanted me to get rid of it."
The night continued much in that vein...
Just a few ramblings from a confused guy. Former military, former cop. Husband. Father. Student. Role playing gamer, on intermittent weeks. Avid reader. Internet addict. Small "l" libertarian. Too many others to mention. The views and opinions expressed herein are my own, and do not reflect those of any official agency or government or species. Names have been changed to protect the guilty; God protects the innocent as a matter of course.
“May have been the losing side. Still not convinced it was the wrong one.”
"This report is maybe 12-years-old. Parliament buried it, and it stayed buried till River dug it up. This is what they feared she knew. And they were right to fear because there's a whole universe of folk who are gonna know it, too. They're gonna see it. Somebody has to speak for these people. You all got on this boat for different reasons, but you all come to the same place. So now I'm asking more of you than I have before. Maybe all. Sure as I know anything I know this, they will try again. Maybe on another world, maybe on this very ground swept clean. A year from now, 10, they'll swing back to the belief that they can make people . . . better. And I do not hold to that. So no more running. I aim to misbehave." ~ Captain Malcom Reynolds
Monday, January 16, 2012
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I can relate with your experience with the Feds. (We deal with USM and BICE, but there are a lot of similar experiences.) "Someone" up above told them to make sure the entire route was checked and thus they did exactly what they were told. God forbid that they leave one section untouched because they know that the hammer will come down on them and then they will have to look like bigger idiots when they ask you to do it all over again.
I have the same fun at my Agency. If X=True and Y=True then Z must also be True. However, if you don't ask for every question and cover every angle, you have to do it all over again. I hate having to ask someone the same question five different ways five different times because my Lieutenant feels that by wording a question differently looking at the same situation is paramount to the safety and well being of the general public.
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