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A driver ran a stop sign badly enough for me to pull her over and have a little corrective chat. I see right away by her clothes and
name badge she’s wearing that she’s an employee at one of the three local nursing homes. So I don’t give her a ticket. Because I
decided long ago that anybody who works in a nursing home taking care of old people for not nearly enough money is not going
to a ticket from me for a minor traffic violation. God bless those folks, you know?

Car chase time! Several different police officers including municipal cops, sheriff’s deputies, and tribal cops are all trying to catch
a guy in his speeding car but he recklessly outruns and eludes us all; sometimes he goes a few minutes between sightings and
then the chase is on again. Eventually he decides to ditch the car down a long dirt road and try his luck on foot. He gets caught
a short time later several hundred yards away. A police tracking dog is called to scene of the ditched car. The dog starts his track,
goes through the woods, and follows the trail directly to the back seat of the police car where the bad guy is in cuffs. It was
pretty fun to watch; the handler purposely was trying to ignore that patrol car and keep the dog going but the goodest boy
yanked his leash back to that patrol car and insisted the trail ended there; great entertainment for the several officers present,
watching. And the guy in custody tried yelling at us that it was all bullshit and a set up and the dog was being manipulated.

I was checking on a residence at the request of the homeowner who was away on vacation. I found an open sliding glass door in
the back, which was weird. I cautiously went in and announced my presence which was a good thing because my “Officer Hoke,
Poulsbo Police Department is anybody here?” was met with a surprised “Yeah, I’m here!” in the living room. I don’t know who
was more surprised to see who – me, or the guy in the living room who lived there. Not the guy on vacation. Turns out the guy
on vacation had the same stupid house number as this guy, but with a “Place” in the address instead of a “Court”. My confusion
was justified; both houses were so close they were within sight of each other. “That’s okay,” the homeowner told me: “I get that
other guys’ mail by mistake just all the time.”

Crazy guy on a transit bus: the bus driver calls his dispatcher, who calls 911 for him and I show up at the bus stop with another
officer. While trying to get crazy guy off the bus I slipped and half fell out of the bus, badly scraping my shin on the hard edge
of the step onto/off of the bus. I had a red visible scrape mark on my right shin for well over two goddamn years.