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I caught a teenage boy throwing eggs one night; he was out driving around, and throwing them at street signs, cars, houses,
mailboxes; pretty much anything and everything. He had found a store that sold eggs by the gross, which is 12 packs of 12. I only
had a couple victims identified, so the local newspaper ran an article, asking if anybody else had damage to their cars from that
little rascal. I had only like one person call to report damage; leaving about 140 other eggs unaccounted for. I guess that kid had
really bad aim. And by the way, store clerks should not be selling 144 eggs to any teenagers. Especially at night.

I caught a prolific car prowler. Not a local; he was from Tacoma. He freely admitted he was guilty, and in a very long interview
he described how he would go out every night and get into literally dozens of cars that were unlocked, in cities and towns all
over Western Washington. He was a regular one-man crime wave, but had decided to reform and stop doing that.

5:30 am: a condo resident called 911 to complain that his upstairs neighbor was making too much noise again. I called him back
and he insisted to me that I go talk to the noisemaker. “When you show up and talk to her,” he told me, “I’ll come along and
watch.” Me: “Uh, okay, so you’re going to talk to her too then and you guys can work this out yourselves?” Complainant: “No I
won’t say anything, I’ll just stand there and be quiet and watch you talk to her.”

Gal came into court to quash a warrant. (No, not “squash” – the real legal term is “quash”..) She was hoping to get released by
the judge but no such luck; the judge ordered her taken into custody and booked into the jail. A search of her purse turned up
her heroin kit, complete with a bent and burnt spoon, syringes, and heroin. She really should not have brought all that with her.
That was just.. not smart.