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You ever get called out to an apartment to deal with a really old lady who’s upset about I can’t remember what and she feels like
she has to show you a bruise so she suddenly drops her pants to show it off?

The one where the woman called 911 to report her husband had gotten really mad at her and had thrown her cell phone onto
the floor, destroying it. Myself and another officer arrive on the front porch. Guy comes out, closes the door behind him. I
suggest we go inside and talk about it. He replied we’re not going in the house because we don’t have a search warrant. So I
detain him in cuffs and take him out to my car and leave him there. Knock on door again; wife answers and lets us in. Before I
go in I look back to my car and make good eye contact with the guy cuffed in the back. Successfully resisted the urge to stick
my tongue out at him. After she told us what happened, I took him to jail. He was a diver in the navy.

A K9 tracking dog is hot on the trail of a fugitive who ran into the woods; I was running with the handler and dog, acting as the
spotter and letting the other officers know where we were in the woods, since it’s my jurisdiction and I know the area a little
better than the K9 handler. The dog eventually found the guy hiding in the bushes, too tired to keep running. The moron had
made the dog’s job much, much easier because he had shed several articles of clothing during his escape; the dog found every
one which of course confirmed we were on the right track and really imprinted into the dog’s nose which scent exactly was the
one to track. So. If you ever run from the cops and there’s a possibility a fur missile is launched after you, do not discard your
hat and then hoody and then long sleeve shirt as you run away!

I opened the door to the aid car and climbed inside to check with the EMT’s, working on an injured patient who a couple
minutes’ earlier had just been another driver in traffic, until somebody not paying enough attention crashed into them violently
and now they had become a victim, and I needed their ID and some questions answered so I could process the scene and properly
document everything in a police report. How many times did I repeat a scene like this? Several dozen. Usually the patients were
still conscious and able to talk to me, other times, not so much.