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Throughout my career I was regularly and pleasantly surprised by how polite people were to me after I pulled them over for
traffic violations. I had a lot of people apologize profusely to me, and too many people to count even thanked me. A lot of them
even after I handed them a ticket. One guy even told – with complete sincerity – “Keep up the good work, officer.”

An unfortunate crime victim had her purse stolen from church. Then the thieves, using her stolen car keys, found her car the
next day at her workplace (elementary school) and stole that, too. That was seriously not cool at all.

A large, expensive grant-funded utility trailer was acquired by the PPD. Black, shiny, brand-new, dual axle, ready for graphics
on the sides. The officer in charge of ordering it waited a few weeks for it to be ready and he then picked it up from the dealer
in another county and towed it back. And then discovered it was several inches too tall to fit into our parking garage. He had
ordered the wrong size trailer. Should have got the shorter version. A couple other officers and myself who were present at the
moment, offered our condolences and sympathy. Actually, we were ROFL at his massive fuck up, which was of course very
preventable. The chief of police made him drive it back and arrangements were made to get a smaller and shorter trailer.

Classic Nick Hoke prank: from time to time an officer (or better yet, the Chief) would get into his patrol in the garage, turn the
ignition key on, and get rewarded with the FM radio being quite unexpectedly turned on and tuned in to the one Seattle station
that was in all Spanish, with the crazy Mexican music playing. At full volume, of course.

Guy decided to dispose of his old motorhome in his back 40 by..burning it. I showed up with the fire department. Not amused.