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A mountain biker was riding along the highway pretty fast and jumped off a curb; he landed on some road gravel left over from
the wintertime sanding trucks and he slid slideways and flipped over and crashed spectacularly on the pavement and broke his
leg as badly as one can without getting a broken end sticking out. The biker was able to self-diagnose his damage and report to
me the injuries sustained pretty accurately, because he was a BIFD paramedic. He was loaded into an aid car and rushed off to
the hospital. I found out later that he was out of work for almost a year, recovering.

I pull a guy over for not wearing his seat belt. He goes sputtering apoplectic on me, insisting this is 100% police harassment
because this is the third time I’ve stopped him in the last 6 months. He points out that no other police officer has ever stopped
him in the last 8 years he’s lived in the area, and I am totally targeting him. I told him that I most certainly was not after him
specifically, and that I could not even remember the first two times. The one thing we did agree on though, was that if he had
been wearing his seat belt each time, I would not have stopped him. So there’s that.

A very large tugboat sank one night while it tied up alongside a dock. A salvage diver was hired to seal up all the portholes and
vents and doors so the ship could be prepped to be re-floated. A week later it was discovered that the diver had in fact removed
a lot of the brass portholes and fittings. Apparently those things were pretty valuable. Yeah, it was pretty much the complete
opposite of what he had been hired to do. Took another salvage company about a month to then seal up all the holes and raise
the boat.

I was called to mitigate an issue between a couple of grown adults who had just broken up; the male half had moved out and
the next day came back for his cats, but his ex-girlfriend could only account for two of them. There had been three.