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Marina owner called to report her decorative brass ship’s propeller out in front of her place had been stolen. It was about 3 feet
long and 20” across. Giant heavy sold metal thing. Of course it was stolen by scrap metal thieves. I felt sorry for the owner but
not too much; she really should not have just set it out there like that; it was worth several hundred dollars, at least.

A 17 year juvenile delinquent is arrested and booked into the juvenile detention center. A day later he’s released, but his father
refuses to go pick him up. I get dispatched to dad’s house. He tells quite adamantly “I do not want him back here. He can get
placed with CPS because I am not going to go pick him up and bring him back to this house.” This was not the first parent I’ve
encountered who refused to take their kid back.

A domestic violence scene gets resolved by both the husband and wife going to jail. I drove them both at once in the back of my
patrol car. The wife. Would not. STFU. The whole way there. Complete, non-stop bitching the entire way to the jail. By the end,
both her husband and I were totally sick and tired of her attitude. I even yelled at her and told her that she had just set a record
(not kidding BTW) for most, continuous complaining during a jail transport trip.

The drunk guy who fell off his friend’s balcony one night and landed on the paved driveway. On his head. He lived, but with
some of what you could call cognitive deficits after that.

Resident in the middle of a housing development found his car’s back window was broken. The cause: a .45 bullet that had hit
at an angle, easily measurable enough to show the trajectory and calculate that the shooter must have been well over a mile
away. Yep, this was just at the beginning of a new year; some jerk somewhere had thoughtlessly fired off at least one round from
his handgun to celebrate at midnight.