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Drunk woman driver missed an intersection badly and crashed off an embankment literally directly across the street from the
police station; the police clerks witnessed it and called the officers. I say the woman was drunk without adding an “allegedly”
because the portable breath tester that she voluntarily agreed to showed her blood alcohol level was not .10 BAC (one part
alcohol per 1000 parts blood) not .20 BAC, not .30 BAC, but a very impressive .40+ BAC. If you ever look at a Blood Alcohol
Content chart, you’ll see they all max out a .40 BAC because anything higher than that is being a coma or dead. She was neither,
which meant she was used to having a ridiculously high BAC, pretty much constantly.

I once found a stolen car that had been ditched. Literally. Engine was still running. Car thief didn’t stick around for me though.

Late at night, I think it was my first month on patrol. Guy calls 911 to report something is in his furnace. Something making
noises. I show up and he points to his furnace. He’s scared. I go closer and I can hear a rhythmic breathing in there. Not enough
room for a person, it must be a raccoon? The homeowner and I argue over who is going to stick their head in there, I finally
figure I will. I peer around in the ducting with my flashlight…nothing. After several more minutes of investigating we determine
it’s in fact nothing alive; there was a breeze going into and out of the furnace, in just enough of a regular interval to sound…like
it was breathing and alive. That was weird.