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Somethings Can Wait

A gal's in the backseat, handcuffed,
and waiting to be transported to jail.
As I type up the blue sheet, she asks,

"My eyes itch from an infection.
Would you mind wiping them?"

Do you have conjunctivitis?

"Yes."

No. That's not something I am going to do. 

"Please?"

You're going to have to wait.

Unwanted

"7David4."

7David4.

"Disturbance at Breakers' Coffee: MB refusing to leave."

7David4, copy, en route.

Rolling in, I spot Lean Mike running round the corner onto the side street. He's a frequent flyer always up to some mopery.

I stop him.

He shouts, "Why you' always hasslin' me?"

Mike, I got a call.

"But you're hasslin' me! Why? Why! I'm askin' you why?"

 He's agitated and angry. His body shakes as he speaks.

Have a seat.

"Why?"

I lower my balance and lock eyes.

Put your hands on your head.

He complies.

I pat him down.

He has nothing.

Sit on the curb.

He drops down to the cement. His hands hold the sidewalk.

What happened in there?

I tilt my head to the building.

"I'm a winter and she's a summer!"

And?

"She called me sir. I don't know what that means. Who's a sir? I ain't no sir!"

Did she ask you to leave?

"Why you' hasslin' me?"

Taylor and Grumpy arrive as cover.

Watch him.

They nod.

I check the box, Lean Mike's clear, a day out of jail.

I check the coffee spot. The waitress only wants him 86'd.

Mike. We let you leave, where do gonna go?

"Back to Northeast!"

Start walkin'.

"Why you' hasslin' me?"

Mike, are we gonna have to take you somewhere?

Lean Mike leaps up and walks north with his head on a swivel, still chippin' his teeth, 

"Why you' hasslin' me."

Alone

There's a fifteen year old boy

in the backseat of my prowler,

in the cage, handcuffed, and crying.

His friends told him he was a "bitch,"

if he didn't drink sixteen ounces

of seventy proof, spiced rum, 

so he drank the booze.

They told him, he was a "bitch," 

if he didn't jump on the roof 

of a random car and cave it in,

so he did.

When the angry car owner, his family,

and neighbors chased the boy down,

tackled him, and held him for the police,

the boy's friends watched, and then walked away

leaving him alone and heading to juvie. 

Good News

I bid for Thanksgiving Day, and scored. I have the day off. 

The Ugly Truth of Police Work

If a person is determined not to be arrested, there is no way to take him into custody without the use of force. The application of force carries risk to the subject, the officer, and those passing by. The longer the struggle, the greater the risk, and thus the best police weapons are designed to quickly stop fights.

Scheduling

On Thursday, my Friday, with two hours left in the shift,
a message from the sergeant popped up on the box, "Call me."

I punched the numbers in the Nextel.

"What's going on with the schedule?"

It was a vacation day. 
Now, it's my regular day off."

"Ah, that solves it. Carry on."

Copy. Good night.

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Laying Low

Long ago, Dan-O,  offered this advice,

"Take your calls, lay low.

Don't look for trouble. 

It will find you soon enough. "