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Shoplifter thief woman tried to sneak out the doors at WalMart with several hundred dollars’ worth of unpaid merchandise, too
bad for her both of the undercover loss prevention associates had been watching her. She put up a big flailing fight complete
with hair pulling and faked indignant yelling for help and she managed to break away and run to her getaway car and leave the
scene before the police arrived in emergency mode. In the scuffle though, she had got separated from her wallet. Inside the
wallet: her Department of Corrections’ probation officer’s business card, and a bail bond card, and her urinalysis check-in card,
her state-issued public assistance benefits card, the usual club cards from the 5 nearest casinos (I swear to God just about every
thief I’ve ever arrested had multiple casino membership cards!) and of course, her state-issued ID card.

The teenager who rolled his new truck going downhill. I mean rolled like not on all 4 wheels on the ground but with the wheels
in the air and then on the ground and then in air again because the truck is tumbling sideways; that kind of rolling, and the kid
forgot that rule about keeping your arms inside the vehicle. He lost a couple fingers when the truck smeared them into the
pavement at high speed while rolling. The parents were really mad at the truck salesman for selling them that 4x4 truck. Cause
that’s why the truck rolled. Because it was 4-wheel drive, you know. They wanted the 2 wheel drive, not the (deadly) 4 wheel
drive model. Funny thing was, I never saw any other 4 wheel drive truck ever roll down that hill sideways. Made me think it was
the driver’s fault, not the vehicles’.

One day I got dispatched to investigate a residential alarm activation; the home owner was away on vacation and her adult son,
the one with the extensive criminal record, was in the garage and he refused to open the door for me. He said he had permission
to be there. In the garage. Not the house. Just the garage. He refused to open the door. The alarm in the house was going off.
Oh did I mention it was the mayor’s house. And the guy in the garage was indeed her kind of halfway estranged son; the one
with the drug problem. Mayor was not able to be contacted to confirm anything. That whole situation was something like a
scenario that would posed to a new police applicant, to judge their suggested solution. It was what you could call..a conundrum.

The sidewalk protester in town who picketed a local RV dealership daily, upset about a verbal contract not being honored for
warranty work on the trailer he had bought. He protested every day for 8 months. Dealership found a judge to issue a restraining
order against protester. Protestor appealed the order with a different judge, who agreed the order was unlawful. As the old
guy/protester was walking out of courtroom, the RV corporate lawyers stopped him and asked him what his next move was.
“I’m going back to the sidewalk, of course,” he answered. They sighed and asked him what he wanted. Guy was later seen driving
away in a giant top of the line super expensive brand new class A motorhome, with no monthly payments.