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The manager of the tool and equipment rental store wanted charges filed against a customer for failing to retun some rented
property. The manager called us a few times per year when items were not returned and the contract the customers signed were
violated. In this case, the property rented but not retured was two hoses for a pressure washer. After some phone calls from the
police, the customer decided to return the hoses and avoid a criminal prosecution for theft. But the daily fees had accrued and
the new total bill after a couple months was close to $600 dollars. The stupid hoses MSRP was maybe only $75 dollars each…

A dispute between family members led to a police intervention. While interviewing one of the parties involved, I noticed, uh,
there were several large healthy marijuana plants growing in a bedroom. However, they were medicinal, and the new state law
allowed it. So now it was legal. And unlike cops in about 47 other states, it was a complete non-issue for me.

Found in a parking lot: a very large ziplock bag of methamphetamine, slightly split open. Total volume equal to about a quart;
not an insignificant amount of drugs. Must have fallen off of a hiding spot in somebody’s car? I collected the bag and contents,
repackaged it safely and put it into evidence. Nobody ever called 911 report a missing bag of meth, or to ask if maybe we had
picked it up? It’s a sure thing that at least one person was most likely very, very upset when they got to wherever they were going
and found their meth was gone. The dollar amount of all that was equal to a very nice brand new car, at least.

I got dispatched to a suicide-in-progess call at a residence: A teenager was reporting is dad had announced he was gi0ng to kill
himself; went into his bedroom, locked the door, and nobody could get the door open now. I responded and found dad was
totally alive and well. Turns out he had gotten frustrated with his son, told him sarcastically that he was being driven crazy
enough to just die, and then he locked himself in his bedroom for some peace and quiet. Son was autistic and could not
understand sarcasm; he totally thought his dad was being totally serious. I wasn’t even mad; I thought the son’s
misinterpretation and subsequent overreaction was actually kind of funny.