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I saw parked cars roll away and cause problems. The scariest ever was when one time it was almost my own patrol car.

I recovered lost and found property like mail, bicycles, and lots of purses and wallets. The most memorable one was the wallet
left behind at a gas station; to find the owner I had to go through everything in it and I discovered not only crazy amounts of
middle eastern currency from several different countries but also jet pilot ID cards for the exclusive private jet company he
worked for flying sheiks and other filthy stinking rich VIPS around in the middle east. It was a fascinating private glimpse into
somebody else’s exciting life.

I had a mental list of local motel rooms to never check into, having seen some special kinds of depravity in some of them
including general felony crimes against the carpets and furniture. Not people crimes, I’m talking about crimes against the carpet:
food spills, bodily fluid messes, vomit, beer, mud, etc..