Hey everyone, its been a very busy rough last couple days so this will be a combination of the last two days at work. I'm not sure if I previously wrote about a regular person we deal with in my zone. There was a lady who was in her mid sixties and seemingly always intoxicated who always walked in the middle of the road and had been hit by a lot of cars. Sadly, yesterday she struck by her final car. She was a fixture in the northern half of our zone and as much as we didn't like dealing with her, it'll be sad to see her gone.
Two days ago was pretty slow. Just when I thought I was going to get out of work on time, I got a call at a grocery store on my beat. This guy who I run into frequently who sells items on online for a living was shopping for food with his girlfriend and left his expensive iPad at the register and went home and didn't realize it was gone until he got home about twenty minutes later. If it was me with a tablet, that thing would be attached to my hip. I probably wouldn't even bring it into a grocery store with me, but that's just me. The guy was so adamant that somebody stole the tablet-which they probably did but people immediately assume nowadays that if something is missing it MUST be stolen. We see it all the time but we have to classify it as "lost property" if nobody was witnessed taking it.
Yesterday, in my (almost) three years of policing, I encountered my first day that I didn't feel like being here at some point. I hadn't had a chance to eat my meal since I had a call to go to and eventually got an extremely bad headache. I tried to get coffee to keep me alert later in the day and received a call with a former WNBA player that held me late after work.
Earlier in the day I got my 207th arrest. I pulled over a vehicle for a brake light out and observed two males inside. I got ID from both and found the passenger had a warrant for a probation violation in a state two states away. I detained the male after getting backup and surprisingly the other state was willing to extradite him. The warrant was five years old. It's amazing sometimes how the little things will catch you up. I was talking to the male while he was in my backseat and he told me he used to sell drugs and got shot and then turned his life around. He now owns a successful painting business and even did a job for Shaq. He told me that he wasn't upset at all that this happened to him. He told me he had grown into an adult since his troubled past and told me being an adult is all about facing consequences (a phrase I often use a lot). He told me he understood exactly that I was doing a job and harbored no ill will toward myself for the situation. If only more people felt that way out here. Nothing I do or my fellow officers do is personal. We're just doing a job like anybody else. Ours is just different.
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