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I was working one night for a multi-agency task force, focusing on seat belt emphasis patrols. About a dozen extra cops were
out and we’re all pulling over violators and I pulled over a teenager, no seat belt, and I realized she was the daughter of the
woman who was the coordinator for the whole event. The girl even said “You might know my mom? She’s doing a task force
thing tonight, but I’m not sure where it is.” I didn’t know whether to laugh or get mad. I told her “Oh, you’re in it right now,”
and I already had her mother’s number in my phone, which I promptly called. Boy was mom embarrassed to hell. Of course I
didn’t ticket the girl, but it sure was amusing to catch the task force coordinator’s daughter as one my violators that night.

Car crash scene. The young girl driver who caused the accident is upset and smoking cigarettes like a chimney. Her mother
shows up and is consoling her. I’m processing the paperwork, using the bar code scanner in my patrol car to record the drivers
licenses and vehicle registrations for the traffic collision report form, when I realize the girl is under age for smoking. I get out
of my car and yell “Hey! How old are you!?!?” and she replies “Seventeen.” Long moment while I try to calm down, but can’t.
“Get that damn cigarette out of your mouth!” I then started yelling at the mother, who tried to convince me that her daughter,
fresh out of rehab, was doing great and that her cigarette usage is nothing compared to the drugs and alcohol she had recently
being doing. “Hey mom, here’s an idea,” I told her sternly. “Maybe when the police show up to deal with the collision your
daughter caused, you should I dunno, maybe not let her smoke in front of the police officer?”

Lady called 911 to report her purse had been stolen out of her car. I showed up and she admitted that she had left the car unlocked
while she went into a store. Leaving her purse behind on the front seat. At least her car wasn’t stolen; it would have been pretty
easy since she had left the keys in the ignition. With the engine still running.

The motorcyclist who hit a bear in the road. I remember it was in a September; the bear had been gorging on blackberries and
when the bike hit the bear it knocked the shit out of the bear. Literally. Purple berry bear shit all over the bike and road. The
bear had ran off. Purple shit just everywhere though.