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I got loudly farted on once by an arrestee while I was behind him, bent down to check for any possible weapons hidden on his
ankles. Yes, it was really quite rude. He thought it was hilarious. Me, not so much.

I responded to a few wrong way drivers who somehow got confused on the main highway about which side of the road to drive
on. I saw a few folks drive off from gas stations with gas nozzles still stuck in their cars. And back in the days when people could
pump gas without having to pay first, I had to deal with what we called gas drive-offs, which is what is was called when somebody
pumped a tank full of gas and then drove away, forgetting to pay. The gas station owner would notice, get the license plate, and
call us to find the person. Every once in a while it was an intentional theft, but usually the cause was just forgetfulness.

I arrested, mirandized, interviewed, and handcuffed hundreds and hundreds if not well over a thousand lawbreakers of every
kind, size, shape and color. I’m not going to exaggerate and say “thousands” because I did some rough calculations and I’m
comfortable, as a small town cop, to present a humble number. Some of those folks were very young, some were very old. A lot
of them were dirty, smelly, and scabby. Some of them were bloody. Some just wanted a warm place to eat a hot free meal. Some
of them were innocent. Most didn’t want to be arrested, but a few actually did; to make a political statement or to make a stand.