Friday, February 17, 2006
I had a call the other day, while working on patrol, where a guy was dying. They dispatched myself and medical, which they commonly do because one of us is bound to get there first to begin first aid, and it is usually me. Running with lights and sirens, I am bounding down the freeway at 110+MPH, and some retarded moron cuts in front of me. This is common, I am used to it. Often I follow people for quite a while before they realize, "Oh crap, it's the cops" and move over. On occasion, I will follow someone for over a mile before they realize it. I am slowed down, and switching between 3 siren tones while blowing an air horn to try to get their attention. So, with a guy dying.....I follow a guy for 5 (FIVE) miles. His girlfriend is reclined in the passenger seat, he is leaning way over and can barely see over the dashboard. They are all into each other, he is swerving all over the road. What an idiot!! I am so frustrated, if I was only armed with front loading/deploying torpedo launchers, he would no longer be contaminating the gene pool.