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Wednesday. Court day for various misdemeanor offenses. I’m watching motor vehicle traffic outside city hall, watching all the
dirtbag criminals, both accused and prior convicted, arriving for their court appearances. One of them is not wearing his seat
belt; that’s easy pickings for me. I pull him over in front of the city hall and sure enough, he’s got a court appearance. He says
he’s running late, he’s on the docket and has to check in with his public defender. His passenger, some lady, offers to go in and
check him in. I say sure. I check the dude’s name and found out that he had been served a court order to stay away from his ex-
girlfriend because she got tired of being stalked by him. I look her up and realize it’s the same gal who had just been sitting in
the passenger seat. He denied that was her; he gave me a made up girlfriend name but I had a good DOL photo of the court
order petitioner and sure enough, she was the same gal who had just been in the car with him. She of course took off and I never
saw her again. So I wrote up new charges against the guy for violating the order. Oh, what had he been going to court for? Uh,
violating that order another time before I had caught him. So, uh, here’s an idea: If you’re going to court because you got in
trouble seeing your ex-girlfriend again, after the judge specifically ordered you not to, then, uh, you should probably not have
her with you when you go to court again after getting caught violating that. Especially if and when the police department is in
the same building as the courtroom. That one was so ridiculous I went into the court and told his public defender to expect
ANOTHER court case with that client. The public defender just shook his head and sighed.

The one about the guy I ticketed for driving with a suspended license; he later tried to convince the judge that he wasn’t “driving”
his truck, because it was broken down in the intersection. (which it was) The judge agreed with me that since he was in the
driver’s seat behind the steering wheel..then yes, uh, he was..“driving.” Conviction upheld.

I show up for work at 6 am and relieve the night shift guys. They had a busy shift that included a bar fight; a victim was robbed
at knifepoint and got a slashed forehead. Drug deal gone bad. Suspect fled from the police; a K9 track was started but when it
became clear that the victim wanted no part of the police getting involved, everything stopped. (no victim = no crime) Back in
the office, I show up, and the night shift guys are still muddy from scuffling with another suspect and then one of them notices
a large clump of hair snaggled up in the gear on his vest; pretty good proof he had gotten physical with somebody. We all laughed
and cringed as he pulled the large hair clump of long hair off of his handcuff case and threw it away.