As a pleasant perk of Citizen Police Academy, we were given the opportunity to ride along with officers on a day of our choosing. Since I was feeling particularly mischievous, I decided to sign up for October 31. I've often heard that officers hate working on Halloween, so I was positively itching to experience the horrors of the night.
The Day Arrives
When the day finally came, I was a little nervous to ride along with Officer Stevens. I was hyperventilating in fetal position at the police station bathroom. What if we had nothing to talk about? What if I offended him with a stupid joke? Oh god, what if he was that officer who caught me scarfing down a Frosty in an empty parking lot at 3 am?
Mark stepped out of the elevator. I briefly considered pressing the close button and running back to the comfort of my delusions.
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Our First Conversation
Stealing Candy and Dealing With Children
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How I Behaved, On Calls And In Jail
I was surprised by how many women were getting their doors knocked down by angry ex-husbands or boyfriends. I figured out the root cause of all the domestics. I earnestly told Stevens the obvious problem is that they have doors. They should invent a man-sized cat-flap door specifically for women who insist on dating scumbags.
It was hard not to say anything at all when we had someone handcuffed in the back of the cruiser. Stevens was speaking normally with me, but I couldn't shake the desire to include the future inmate in our conversation. When we pulled into the jail, Stevens had to remove all of his weapons and place them in a locker.
Sharing A Meal In The Car
The Drunken Accuser
The final call was probably the most hectic. It was a traffic stop involving an impossibly drunk driver. He placed her in the backseat and I spent a few moments of silence with her. Well, I was silent, but she was ranting about how she saw my supposed boyfriend with a hooker named Lisa. She was insistent that Stevens was cheating on me, and that we would both be fired for breaking the law.
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My Final Thoughts
The calls he received were often spliced in between our conversations and laughter. He would recover from the tensions of a call and begin laughing again, when he'd suddenly be reeled back into his stressful duties. It was like a badly edited movie, one moment we were outdoing each other with awful jokes, and in the next, my heart was racing as he yelled "put your hands up!" at a strange man trying to break into a window.
I couldn't believe how calm the officers were in response to vile, swear-filled accusations or heartbreaking incidents. It must be tough on their spirit to constantly face this while trying to do their job.
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