Rookie lesson # 57
I learned another rookie lesson tonight. Turns out the P on the dash stands for park.
I was sitting along a major road trying to find a car to stop while about three blocks away two officers foot patrolled near a local homeless shelter. Suddenly I heard one of the officers yelling 10-80 (a chase). I knew roughly where they were so I threw the car into drive hit the blue lights and took off. I flew down the road trying to figure out where they were. I looked up and saw one of the officers running across the road ahead of me. I then heard them yelling “office depot.” So I took a left and spotted an officer chasing a white male running across the parking lot. I flew up beside the man at which time he stopped running. I then slammed on the brakes screeching to a halt. (side note: watching the video later it was pretty awesome gunning the engine with a loud roar then screeching to a halt.)
I jumped out yelling for him to get on the ground. He was standing looking back at the other officer as we yelled for him to get on the ground. I then used all of my ultimate Popo skills and grabbed the guy and slammed him to the ground. After I got his arms behind his back me and the other officer got him cuffed and into custody.
Did I leave something out you may be asking yourself? Well I may have over looked one little detail.
As I finished cuffing the guy another officer walked up and said you left your car running and I was like what? Thinking why does that matter. Then he said “your car, you left it rolling” I looked back and saw one of the original officers from the foot chase walking back from my car which was about 50 feet from where I left it and all of about 3 feet from a rather large brick column on the front of office depot. Needless to say I suddenly got a little weak in the knee. I went from “man did you see me lay that guy out to man, thank you so much for saving my butt.
About the time we have everything under control my sergeant arrived and the officer who had first informed me of my runaway car proceeded to play his video for the sarge. In it you can clearly see me on the ground tussling with the bad guy then hear him say on the radio “someone stop the rolling car” and then the other officer sprints past me to catch my car that still has all of the blue lights going while steadily approaching the very ugly brick wall. It was defiantly a close call.
Ohh I knew I was going to hear all about this but I didn’t realize how quickly. One officer was kind enough to get on the radio and say Dispatch we will be in service ohh and update the dispatch screen to shown that Gumpcop’s car didn’t hit the building. I had to stop the car cause I couldn’t drive because I was laughing so hard.
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Wednesday, June 6, 2007
Just when you think it is safe to go in the water...
Well Ive been busy answering those serious life threatening calls that officers are confronted with every day. Two perfect examples:
Example#1
I was dispatched to the police department at 1 in the morning in regards to a meeting a woman that wanted to report what happened to her at a local car dealership. I was confused until i actually got on scene and met the woman. She began to tell me about looking at cars at the dealership. She told me that she was looking at one car and turned around to look at another. when she did she tripped over a concrete step and fell on the curb. You might ask yourself why does this involve the police. because we are the recorder of everything of course. Yes this girl and her husband insisted i take a police report to record this terrible tragedy, but don't worry they assured me they did not want a lawsuit... but i wont be surprised when they are in court with the dealership owner. ahh God Bless America Land of the Lawsuit.
Example #2
Last week I was dispatched to a call. This is what was dispatched. Gumpcop be in route to insert name of the projects here in reference to a man who found a rock with the #23 painted on it in a pipe. Well I figured this would be nothing if not amusing. I arrived and was met at the road by a very excited man. He said that he called because behind his house he found a rock with the number 23 painted on it. Well as we started walking toward the location of this "suspicious" rock a woman came out of the apartment nearest to us. She was approximately 300lbs around 60years old and wearing yep you guessed it, a moomoo. She began telling me how she was scared because of the rock having a 23 on it, at which time our neighborhood hero chimed in with "yeah I know that the number 23 is the number of those Hispanic gangs." Ohh you mean 13 I responded, at which point our hero suddenly got quiet. I walked back to look at the rock and discovered it was in fact a drain culvert running under a nearby road. The concrete around the pipe was marked with a small neatly painted 23. I tried to explain that these numbers painted in bright orange marking paint were not the work of a roving band of very confused Hispanic gangbangers, but were the work of a government worker mapping the pipe for the Dept. of Transportation. At this explanation our damsel in distress in the every fashionable moomoo confided in me that the reason she was scared was.....her neighbors mother went to church with an FBI agent who had told her that a gang was going to rape and murder a white woman. It took a while to convince her that those rumors were part of an Internet hoax.
Which brings us to the second thing of the night that Americans Love. We do love our urban legends almost as much as we love suing each other.
I went back in service letting dispatch know that it would be unfounded on any criminal activity.
All of this brings me back to the point that if you choose to enter the Gene Pool do so at your own risk, there is no lifeguard on duty.
Example#1
I was dispatched to the police department at 1 in the morning in regards to a meeting a woman that wanted to report what happened to her at a local car dealership. I was confused until i actually got on scene and met the woman. She began to tell me about looking at cars at the dealership. She told me that she was looking at one car and turned around to look at another. when she did she tripped over a concrete step and fell on the curb. You might ask yourself why does this involve the police. because we are the recorder of everything of course. Yes this girl and her husband insisted i take a police report to record this terrible tragedy, but don't worry they assured me they did not want a lawsuit... but i wont be surprised when they are in court with the dealership owner. ahh God Bless America Land of the Lawsuit.
Example #2
Last week I was dispatched to a call. This is what was dispatched. Gumpcop be in route to insert name of the projects here in reference to a man who found a rock with the #23 painted on it in a pipe. Well I figured this would be nothing if not amusing. I arrived and was met at the road by a very excited man. He said that he called because behind his house he found a rock with the number 23 painted on it. Well as we started walking toward the location of this "suspicious" rock a woman came out of the apartment nearest to us. She was approximately 300lbs around 60years old and wearing yep you guessed it, a moomoo. She began telling me how she was scared because of the rock having a 23 on it, at which time our neighborhood hero chimed in with "yeah I know that the number 23 is the number of those Hispanic gangs." Ohh you mean 13 I responded, at which point our hero suddenly got quiet. I walked back to look at the rock and discovered it was in fact a drain culvert running under a nearby road. The concrete around the pipe was marked with a small neatly painted 23. I tried to explain that these numbers painted in bright orange marking paint were not the work of a roving band of very confused Hispanic gangbangers, but were the work of a government worker mapping the pipe for the Dept. of Transportation. At this explanation our damsel in distress in the every fashionable moomoo confided in me that the reason she was scared was.....her neighbors mother went to church with an FBI agent who had told her that a gang was going to rape and murder a white woman. It took a while to convince her that those rumors were part of an Internet hoax.
Which brings us to the second thing of the night that Americans Love. We do love our urban legends almost as much as we love suing each other.
I went back in service letting dispatch know that it would be unfounded on any criminal activity.
All of this brings me back to the point that if you choose to enter the Gene Pool do so at your own risk, there is no lifeguard on duty.
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