Red Mosquito
Formerly RLB the Scrapple Boy
Shit isn't that like 3/4 of the board?
Raritan 911: Robocop
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Shit isn't that like 3/4 of the board?
The Heckler
You bring new meaning to the term SUCK
Officer @davidcarson48, I hope you have the evening off, but I'm sure you must have some over the top experiences on such a hallowed drinking holiday as NYE??
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Pearl
THIS CHANGES EVERYTHING
I was off, yes. I won't work another NYE. I have enough seniority that I don't have to anymore. Honestly, NYE is usually quiet. A few drunks, a domestic. Most people realize the cops are out in force and stay over or take it easy. So no crazy NYE stories from the suburbs.
I worked the Y2K NYE, along with the entire department. We were preparing for total mayhem, traffic lights to fail, alarms to start going off, cars to randomly stall in traffic. Whatever. I only had six months on then, so I was still responsible for running a majority of the calls. I ended up getting dispatched to a sick person/ambulance request at 12/31/1999 at 11:45pm. I responded and watched the ball drop on a TV in a stranger's house. Every time I pass that house in town, I think about the end of the millennium.
I worked the Y2K NYE, along with the entire department. We were preparing for total mayhem, traffic lights to fail, alarms to start going off, cars to randomly stall in traffic. Whatever. I only had six months on then, so I was still responsible for running a majority of the calls. I ended up getting dispatched to a sick person/ambulance request at 12/31/1999 at 11:45pm. I responded and watched the ball drop on a TV in a stranger's house. Every time I pass that house in town, I think about the end of the millennium.
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Mountain Bike Mike
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Last night, my State trooper friend and I were performing the eye test to see who was drunk after people did several rounds of shots.
I learn so much from this forum - the eye test was a great party trick
I learn so much from this forum - the eye test was a great party trick
Horiztonal Gaze Nystagmus. Almost as good as a breathalyzer at a party.
Red Mosquito
Formerly RLB the Scrapple Boy
Offer your face as a meal, you'll get an answer.
Other than a urine or blood test, not specifically. But with enough training and experience, an officer can determine what category of drugs a person is under the influence of. I happen to be certified as a drug recognition expert and I am able to testify in court as an expert. Roughly 1% of cops in NJ have my certification.
PCP is an easy call. It looks the same every time and isn't subtle. Plus, the face eating.
Bath salts is really a general classification and can look like cannabis, hallucinogenic drugs, or even stimulants. It's a much harder call because there are so many different chemical compounds that are sold as bath salts or synthetic marijuana. Dangerous shit. Stick to the real stuff, Capers.
I'm still here. It's been quiet since the holidays for the most part. A few things I really can't/won't post, include a very bizarre suicide.
Talk soon!
The Racist Postman
With a 3-on, 3-off schedule, I work every day of the week. To me, ending on a Monday is the worst. After two weekend days, which are generally a little slower, I have to end my work week with rush hour traffic, school bullshit, and bosses who start milling around at HQ after a few days off.
Monday was a typical weekday. Slow in the morning and busy in the afternoon. I didn't get to stop for lunch until 3pm. That's not all bad...at 3pm I usually have the restaurant to myself and I can relax a bit. Not Monday. The waiter brought my food out, set it down, and I began to cut up the chicken on my salad. At the same time, some dickbag in a USPS uniform walked over to my table with his cell phone in his hand.
Me: What's up?
DB: (Speaking slowly) Well I deliver to a family named Mendoza on my route.
Me: Ok...
DB: (Playing with his phone) Give me a second...I want to show you something.
Me: Sigh. Ok.
SILENCE...
Me: Do you need something? I'm trying to eat.
DB: Yeah...I'm trying...I'm trying to pull up a picture...
Me: Come on man. Just tell me what's in the picture.
DB: Well, do you know what a Maybach is?
Me: Yeah, it's a car.
DB: Well, it's not just any car.
Me: Yeah, I know. They are expensive luxury sedans. The company is now owned by Mercedes. What is your point?
DB: Yeah they cost $280,000. Well, there is one parked at the Mendoza house today.
Me: Ok...
DB: Well I know the family and they can't afford one. Oh, here is the picture. (Shows me the photo of the rear of the car and the license plate).
Me: Um, ok. Is that it?
DB: Well something is screwy with it. I think you should run the plate.
Me: I can't.
DB: You can't run it on the computer in your patrol car?
Me: You're right. I misspoke. I can run it. I will not run it.
DB: Why? Something is going on there.
Me: To run a plate I need to have a criminal justice purpose. Believe it or not, I don't have one here.
DB: But they are up to something. They can't afford a car like that.
Me: Because their name is Mendoza?
DB: Well, I deliver to them so I know what they do for a living. (Offers me his phone) Here, write the plate down.
Me: Listen, I'm not running the plate and I'm not writing the plate down. I'd love to tell you all things that are wrong with your assumption, but I'm much more interested in eating my lunch.
Dickbag lingered, then walked back to his table. I continued to stew in my head. Everyone wants to tell me how to do my job. How come no one tells their doctor how to do surgery? Their auto mechanic how to change a transmission? Their plumber how to replace a water heater? Their dentist how to pull a tooth? Their lawyer how to go about their divorce? I know I'm paid with public funds but god damn...
I finished up and see that Dickbag is still there. I paid my bill at the counter and walked over to him.
Me: Do you eat lunch here every Monday?
DB: Uh, most Mondays.
Me: Ok cool. Next Monday when I see your postal truck here, I am going to stop in, wait until your food is delivered, then tell you how you can deliver your route more efficiently and how to organize Express Mail and Priority Mail packages in your truck. See you next week.
With a 3-on, 3-off schedule, I work every day of the week. To me, ending on a Monday is the worst. After two weekend days, which are generally a little slower, I have to end my work week with rush hour traffic, school bullshit, and bosses who start milling around at HQ after a few days off.
Monday was a typical weekday. Slow in the morning and busy in the afternoon. I didn't get to stop for lunch until 3pm. That's not all bad...at 3pm I usually have the restaurant to myself and I can relax a bit. Not Monday. The waiter brought my food out, set it down, and I began to cut up the chicken on my salad. At the same time, some dickbag in a USPS uniform walked over to my table with his cell phone in his hand.
Me: What's up?
DB: (Speaking slowly) Well I deliver to a family named Mendoza on my route.
Me: Ok...
DB: (Playing with his phone) Give me a second...I want to show you something.
Me: Sigh. Ok.
SILENCE...
Me: Do you need something? I'm trying to eat.
DB: Yeah...I'm trying...I'm trying to pull up a picture...
Me: Come on man. Just tell me what's in the picture.
DB: Well, do you know what a Maybach is?
Me: Yeah, it's a car.
DB: Well, it's not just any car.
Me: Yeah, I know. They are expensive luxury sedans. The company is now owned by Mercedes. What is your point?
DB: Yeah they cost $280,000. Well, there is one parked at the Mendoza house today.
Me: Ok...
DB: Well I know the family and they can't afford one. Oh, here is the picture. (Shows me the photo of the rear of the car and the license plate).
Me: Um, ok. Is that it?
DB: Well something is screwy with it. I think you should run the plate.
Me: I can't.
DB: You can't run it on the computer in your patrol car?
Me: You're right. I misspoke. I can run it. I will not run it.
DB: Why? Something is going on there.
Me: To run a plate I need to have a criminal justice purpose. Believe it or not, I don't have one here.
DB: But they are up to something. They can't afford a car like that.
Me: Because their name is Mendoza?
DB: Well, I deliver to them so I know what they do for a living. (Offers me his phone) Here, write the plate down.
Me: Listen, I'm not running the plate and I'm not writing the plate down. I'd love to tell you all things that are wrong with your assumption, but I'm much more interested in eating my lunch.
Dickbag lingered, then walked back to his table. I continued to stew in my head. Everyone wants to tell me how to do my job. How come no one tells their doctor how to do surgery? Their auto mechanic how to change a transmission? Their plumber how to replace a water heater? Their dentist how to pull a tooth? Their lawyer how to go about their divorce? I know I'm paid with public funds but god damn...
I finished up and see that Dickbag is still there. I paid my bill at the counter and walked over to him.
Me: Do you eat lunch here every Monday?
DB: Uh, most Mondays.
Me: Ok cool. Next Monday when I see your postal truck here, I am going to stop in, wait until your food is delivered, then tell you how you can deliver your route more efficiently and how to organize Express Mail and Priority Mail packages in your truck. See you next week.
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jnos
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@davidcarson48, no one tells the auto mech or plumber how to do their job, but they definitely let them know that they charge too much.
Plumber: That'll be $800.
Customer: That's too expensive. How about $300.
Plumber: Do it yourself for that price.
Customer: I don't know how, that's why I called you.
Back when I was a general contractor, I had a customer that wanted a $50,000 bathroom remodel for $7,000 (which wouldn't even cover the marble). She insisted that she would refer me to her friends if I the job for her. I explained that losing even more money was not an incentive.
Plumber: That'll be $800.
Customer: That's too expensive. How about $300.
Plumber: Do it yourself for that price.
Customer: I don't know how, that's why I called you.
Back when I was a general contractor, I had a customer that wanted a $50,000 bathroom remodel for $7,000 (which wouldn't even cover the marble). She insisted that she would refer me to her friends if I the job for her. I explained that losing even more money was not an incentive.
i had the heating company want to charge me $900 to relocate a duct into an already open wall, then split into 2 rooms.
he told me it would take 6 hours + 300 in parts. I offered $100/hr. he arrived and his battery operated
tools were not charged. I lent him mine, and had him out of the house in 2.5......
i'm still pissed i didn't do it myself, but i had them listed on the permit......
back to 5-O
jnos
Well-Known Member
Yeah, that's the flip side. When you actually know your shit, tradesmen can make your blood boil.
Grammar police checking in
That's irrelevant, he was having lunch.
So wait, if you are on lunch, dude robs a place at gunpoint while a police officer if sitting there, the officer is just supposed to eat his lunch?
Did @davidcarson48 take this?
On my honor,
I will never betray my badge,
my integrity, my character,
or the public trust.
I will always have
the courage to hold myself
and others accountable for our actions.
I will always uphold the constitution
my community and the agency I serve.
I agree the stuff here isn't solid evidence though...