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An upset woman called 911 to report a problem. I called her back. She said she had some shoes dropped off for repair at the
cobbler shop and every time she went back there to pick them up, the cobbler shop was closed. And so now she was calling the
police for help. (yes, she was a Bainbridge Island resident) Lucky for her, I was in a good mood that day. “Ma’am, I’m about a
block away from there, I’ll go see if he’s open.” I went to the small cobbler shop, and saw it was open for business. I went in and
got the attention of the cobbler guy in there. “Hey you got an upset customer on the phone,” and I handed my phone to him,
which surprised him of course. He listened to the woman complain, and then he told her that he was sorry that he had to keep
leaving his shop, because he was having medical issues. He made arrangements for her to come pick up her shoes. And I got my
phone back. This would be a good example of small-town community policing, yeah?

A citizen came to the police department front counter and reported to me that he had gone to a local massage parlor and was
offered a happy ending with his massage, which he declined. I started a police report, the detectives took over, and it concluded
with a big multi-agency sting operation at the massage parlor, with some of the Asian women there getting arrested and charged
with prostitution.

The one about the grown adult man who had gotten into the habit of huffing the difluoroethane from cans of compressed air,
you know, as one does to escape reality. Parked his parent’s car in a public parking lot, inhaled the contents of a can, melted his
brain into goo a little bit more, than tried to drive. Immediately crashed into not one, not two, but three parked cars in less than
200 feet and 10 seconds. Then he fled the scene, somehow his car was still able to drive, but leaving behind a fabulous trail of
fresh wreckage. I followed the trail of leaking fluids directly into his garage; caught him before he could get out of his car and
run into his parent’s house. Literally pulled him out of the car that was still smoking and dropping parts in the garage. Parents
were appropriately horrified at the scene. They mentioned something about how this was not the first time he had crashed one
of their cars. I booked the guy into jail. He bailed out and was free again in society before I was even halfway done with my
investigation and report. Sometimes police work has a lot of unsatisfactory days.