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Two creeps in one day; first one was an older gentleman in his late 50’s, who was flirting with a 17 year old girl who got weirded
out. To make it worse, she looked like she was about 14. I told the old guy it was not illegal but it certainly was immoral by
society’s standards and he’d better knock it off. Several hours later I meet Creep #2 who was a 23 year old weirdo at the children’s
park, swinging on the swings alone, and taking pictures of the little kids. Again, not illegal, but we told him he’d better knock
that shit off or some irate dad was going to make him stop without bothering to call the police next time.

We got a report of a dye pack found in a ditch. The kind of dye pack that is surrounded by fake money and used by banks to foil
bank robbers. I respond and yep, there is an exploded bank dye pack in the ditch; basically a stack of 100 dollar bills blown out
from the small explosive charge in the middle, and everything was bright pink. Obviously discarded from a recent bank robbery,
but we had no records of any robberies in the county. Or the region. The mystery deepens and then finally somehow a local
bank manager hears about our mystery and explains that it was his branch’s dye pack; they had done a training with it and at
the conclusion they threw it away in the dumpster. Clearly somebody found it in there and it fished it out, but then realized it
was worthless so it got tossed. The bank manager and the police agreed that from now on, any practice dye packs should be
sealed up and then thrown away so as to not confuse the hell out of the police if it turns up.

I pulled over a woman for not wearing her seat belt. Then I quickly found five other violations. I only wrote her for 3; gave her a
huge break on the other 2 but the total penalty amount was still $916 dollars. I felt bad. For the dog in the car, because the driver
had not noticed my lights for the longest time and so I had to resort to using my siren to get her pull over. A long sustained,
judicious use of the siren, cycled through several different tones. The poor dog in the passenger seat was just quivering and
shaking like jello. Yeah, I felt bad about that one but it was her fault for driving with her head up her ass.