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“911, what are you reporting?” “THERE’S A DOG DYING IN A HOT CAR IN THE PARKING LOT SEND THE POLICE!!” I can’t
count how many times I responded to calls like this. Guess how many dogs I met were actually dying. Or actually in distress.
Like, maybe two. The other several dozen times the dogs were fine. Because the windows were almost always rolled down a bit.
Just because a dog is panting doesn’t mean it’s close to death, people.

The scene is a serious-injury motor vehicle collision: two cars had both tried to occupy the same space at the same time, but
from opposing trajectories at a high speed. The drivers were taken away in aid cars and I’m staring in horror and wonder in one
of the cars; the brake pedal had gotten mashed and literally twisted down onto the floor. The only way that could happen would
be by the foot and leg of the driver meeting it with great resistance. The photos I took of that were on my work camera (only)
so I have none to share here, sadly, because I know it sounds almost unbelievable. That was just crazy horrible.

Alarm activation at the multi-plex movie theatre. Nothing dramatic, just a false alarm/accidental activation. While I was there
talking to the manager, I talked my way into a behind-the-scenes tour of the place, to include the upstairs. Cool as hell: a giant
long wide corridor, with movie projectors lined up on both sides, aiming down into the theatre rooms. Back in those day the
projectors still used giant heavy film reels. Each projector was a huge massive contraption, about the size of a Mini Cooper, with
what looked like about 4,800 moving parts.