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Reminded me of the time a different guy tried the same method with his old abandoned and rotten single wide mobile home.

Drug dealer idiot piece of shit fella is spotted in the library; the librarians didn’t like his attitude and wanted him kicked out. I
responded with another officer and we walk up to him; he’s surfing on the internet and focused on the screen. He looks up and
sees the other officer walking toward him, so he quickly dives into a pocket, takes out his heroin, and passes it to his friend
sitting next to him. Unfortunately for him, the friend was quite befuddled to be suddenly and with no logical reason presented
with a bag of heroin, so he paused just long enough for me to reach down and intercept it. Because I was standing about two
feet behind both of them. Idiot dealer went off to jail, again. I felt pretty good about that one.

A local business owner and the HR head called me with a delicate situation: they had a brand new employee who had just failed
his background check; turns out he had a warrant for his arrest. Which for that particular company was significant problem;
they had pretty strict employee standards. They called him out to the parking lot and I arrested him and took him to jail. He
had only been employed there for two days. He did not get to go back.

At a family get-together one day I was telling a story about a motorcyclist who had successfully outrun me while I was trying to
catch him. Two of my older brothers in law then shared stories about the good old days when they were in their late teens or
early 20’s and they both outran police officers that tried to pull them over; they were on motorcycles at the time so they were
able to easily get away. They thought that was hilarious. Me, being a cop, I didn’t really share their amusement of those stories.