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The motorcyclist who incited a road rage incident that resulted in a very aggressive car driver tailgating him less than three feet
off his rear tire at freeway speeds on a back country road; when the motorcyclist pulled over and stopped, the car driver got out
and then started swinging a nun chuck at him. Good thing he was wearing a helmet. I was all like “Wait, he did whaaaaaat?!?!

The old man who got mad at the new transit bus parking lot across the street from his house. He got mad that the bus drivers
started warming up the buses at 4 am, so he started throwing rocks and sticks over the fence into their lot. It was maybe not
coincidental that shortly after that, the bus drivers decided they had been parking the buses the wrong way, so every morning
at about 4 am they’d back them up in reverse and repark them: BEEEP BEEEP BEEEP BEEEP BEEEP BEEEP BEEEP BEEEP BEEEP

The used car lot owner - who looked like Gene Hackman’s brother, complete with hairy chest and gold chains – had his gun
collection stolen from his showroom office vault. A lot of guns. Like, several dozen. “You gotta get em back, officer!” He cried.
“Well give me the master inventory list with all the serial numbers,” was my reply. “I would, but the list was in the safe and they
stole the list too!” Facepalm. Dear Reader: don’t keep your inventory lists in the exact same place as the valuables. (Some of
those stolen guns kept popping up in police custody in other jurisdictions, going on 20 years later..!)

Early morning. Driver fell asleep and very inadvertently crossed the highway median (before the new cable barriers had been
installed to stop exactly what she did) and her car ran head on into another driver coming the other direction. Killed the other
driver pretty much instantly. He was on his way to work. He got completely smashed between the steering wheel and seat. I
arrived in response to the dispatch, got there within about a minute, and I saw the dead driver crushed in his car. I had known
his daughter. Woman at fault was still sitting in her Jeep, she was unhurt but in a complete state of dazed mental shock. Was
not really aware there was a dead guy stuck in the car that she had just smashed into. She looked at me and slowly asked
“What..happened?”