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For about the fifth time in a row, the newspaper delivery person had thrown the weekly newspaper directly under my patrol car
which was parked in my driveway. The first three times I thought it was just an accident, but after looking at all of the other
houses on my street, I saw that they all had their papers tossed into convenient easy-to-access open areas of their driveways.
So..yeah..clearly the person tossing the newspapers did not like cops, and was taking some joy in knowing it was not easy for me
to get the damn paper out from under my patrol car. It took several emails from me, to the publisher, using increasingly stern
language to the tell them they could just totally skip my house and stop throwing papers onto my property, thank you.

Also related: More than once I saw a car drive up to my house, see the patrol car, and keep driving. Who was driving? Random
repair guys or people from craigslist, whom I had made arrangements with to fix something or buy something, but then when
they saw I was a cop they decided to never mind, and just keep moving along.

Then there was the agitated drunk guy who had a warrant, and I had him handcuffed and in the back seat of my patrol car but
his legs were still sticking out and I could not close the door. He was being argumentative. I was holding his open bottle of
whiskey – good high quality stuff – and I told him that if he swung his legs in and cooperated, I’d let him have one last big slurp
for the road. He still wanted to argue, which led to me counting down from 10, and when I got to zero and he still was arguing,
I poured out the whiskey and another officer and I used brute force to shove dude into the back seat, and away we went to jail.

Postal carrier called 911 to report a resident’s mailbox was getting stuff full of mail; she hadn’t checked it in a couple weeks,
which he was a little alarmed by. Myself and another officer went to the house, got inside, and found her dead on a couch. Thank
god she had left a window open; the decomposition was well along but with enough ventilation it didn’t smell too bad. She had
been a local retired school teacher. Didn’t have enough family who cared for her to notice her going off the grid for a couple of
weeks – it was the mailman of all people who had sounded the alarm.