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It's Sunday, GK's posting day, don't you judge me for stealing his character and running with it. Anyway, true story below.
Round 1:
A woman called in to make a complaint against an officer. Normally, I take these seriously, because you never know which ones are completely legit (Yes, we get a lot of people who want to report that the Deputies are big meany poopoo heads who beat the ever-living crap out of them. They seem to think the fact that they b!tch slapped the officer was entirely irrelevant to said beating... Nevermind that anyone, not just a cop, would kick your ass if you hit them).
This lady was special. She's half in tears telling me she has a horrendous blood clot and she was at the doctor's office at <fairly large, somewhat shady> hospital and he tells her she needs an MRI and to go over to this other building less then a block away for this scan.
Now, I've never had a blood clot, but I can imagine it would be a little scary, but is it really "wet your pants, suck your thumb, and bawl hysterically" scary? Like I said, never had one, but if you're actually at a hospital getting it looked at, I believe you should be safe. Help is 4 feet away after all. And, it's not cancer, or genital herpes. This is quite fixable from what I understand.
This woman is walking out the front door crying so hysterically she can barely walk (according to her) as one of our Deputies strolls inside. She asks him for a ride and he tells her that he cannot. He explains that he is an Policeman, not a taxi driver and tells her he'd be happy to get a nurse to assist her.
Two things to keep in mind: 1)This Deputy is our no-nonsense Sergeant, he doesn't do joking, sarcasm, or smiling. So when he says "I am not a Taxi", he assumes you really don't know what his job is. He was also at the hospital responding to a call. That means he was already doing something. 2) We aren't supposed to transport medical patients because if something does go horribly wrong, there is no medical equipment in a Sheriff's vehicle. So this is also a liability issue.
So Mrs. Queen of My Universe is upset that the officer could not see how distraught she was and would not give her assistance that he was not qualified to give her. Even though he offered to get the attention of a nurse who probably could have arranged a medical transport for her.
It's not exactly like he told you to die. Or that he hoped you would fall down a well and Lassie wouldn't come to save you. Or that you'd get run over (repeatedly) on the way across the parking lot. I'm sorry he hurt your delicate little feelings in your moment of utter desolation. And I am aware any medical condition can be scary and I don't know this woman and she may have been having a bad day. But she was still so upset about this TWO WEEKS after it happened that she still wanted to make a complaint. If she had called later that day, or even a couple of days later, I could see it. But usually after 2 weeks I forget what happened. In case anyone thinks this is wrong, I will put it simply WE ARE NOT ALLOWED TO TRANSPORT MEDICAL PATIENTS BECAUSE IF THEY DIE, WE GET SUITED.
Round 2:
Now keep in mind. This special little turddumpling is a full grown adult... at least based on her legal age.
Me: Hi, how are ya, wtf can I do fer ya today? <No, I didn't say that, but sometimes I wish I could>
TurdDumpling: This is TD and I need to speak to an officer real bad about going off on my mom.
Me:
What do you need to speak to an officer about?
TD: About going off on my mom!
Me: Alright, but why are you going off on your mom?
TD: She let two Mexicans (her words, not mine!!) into my room and they touched my stuff and threw things away and whine bitch moan.
Me: Alright, I will have an officer contact you, what's your phone number?
TD: 867-5309. And you better have them hurry or I might have to go over there and do some harm to my mom.
Me: I'll have an officer contact you, ma'am. *eats emergency cyanide pill*
Your mommy had the maid clean your room, that evil f(^%$# c^%$#!!!eleventy11!! I am so sorry that they threw out that hershey bar you've been saving since the X-mas of '98 for a special occasion. I'm assuming that special occasion would be something like, reaching maturity. But you're right, you better male-rooster slap the hell out of yo momma, cuz that's just some fuzzed up shiz yo.
Oh wait, I get it now. They through out your crack pipe didn't they. Yeah, I'd be mad too.
Round 1:
A woman called in to make a complaint against an officer. Normally, I take these seriously, because you never know which ones are completely legit (Yes, we get a lot of people who want to report that the Deputies are big meany poopoo heads who beat the ever-living crap out of them. They seem to think the fact that they b!tch slapped the officer was entirely irrelevant to said beating... Nevermind that anyone, not just a cop, would kick your ass if you hit them).
This lady was special. She's half in tears telling me she has a horrendous blood clot and she was at the doctor's office at <fairly large, somewhat shady> hospital and he tells her she needs an MRI and to go over to this other building less then a block away for this scan.
Now, I've never had a blood clot, but I can imagine it would be a little scary, but is it really "wet your pants, suck your thumb, and bawl hysterically" scary? Like I said, never had one, but if you're actually at a hospital getting it looked at, I believe you should be safe. Help is 4 feet away after all. And, it's not cancer, or genital herpes. This is quite fixable from what I understand.
This woman is walking out the front door crying so hysterically she can barely walk (according to her) as one of our Deputies strolls inside. She asks him for a ride and he tells her that he cannot. He explains that he is an Policeman, not a taxi driver and tells her he'd be happy to get a nurse to assist her.
Two things to keep in mind: 1)This Deputy is our no-nonsense Sergeant, he doesn't do joking, sarcasm, or smiling. So when he says "I am not a Taxi", he assumes you really don't know what his job is. He was also at the hospital responding to a call. That means he was already doing something. 2) We aren't supposed to transport medical patients because if something does go horribly wrong, there is no medical equipment in a Sheriff's vehicle. So this is also a liability issue.
So Mrs. Queen of My Universe is upset that the officer could not see how distraught she was and would not give her assistance that he was not qualified to give her. Even though he offered to get the attention of a nurse who probably could have arranged a medical transport for her.
It's not exactly like he told you to die. Or that he hoped you would fall down a well and Lassie wouldn't come to save you. Or that you'd get run over (repeatedly) on the way across the parking lot. I'm sorry he hurt your delicate little feelings in your moment of utter desolation. And I am aware any medical condition can be scary and I don't know this woman and she may have been having a bad day. But she was still so upset about this TWO WEEKS after it happened that she still wanted to make a complaint. If she had called later that day, or even a couple of days later, I could see it. But usually after 2 weeks I forget what happened. In case anyone thinks this is wrong, I will put it simply WE ARE NOT ALLOWED TO TRANSPORT MEDICAL PATIENTS BECAUSE IF THEY DIE, WE GET SUITED.
Round 2:
Now keep in mind. This special little turddumpling is a full grown adult... at least based on her legal age.
Me: Hi, how are ya, wtf can I do fer ya today? <No, I didn't say that, but sometimes I wish I could>
TurdDumpling: This is TD and I need to speak to an officer real bad about going off on my mom.
Me:
What do you need to speak to an officer about?TD: About going off on my mom!
Me: Alright, but why are you going off on your mom?
TD: She let two Mexicans (her words, not mine!!) into my room and they touched my stuff and threw things away and whine bitch moan.
Me: Alright, I will have an officer contact you, what's your phone number?
TD: 867-5309. And you better have them hurry or I might have to go over there and do some harm to my mom.
Me: I'll have an officer contact you, ma'am. *eats emergency cyanide pill*
Your mommy had the maid clean your room, that evil f(^%$# c^%$#!!!eleventy11!! I am so sorry that they threw out that hershey bar you've been saving since the X-mas of '98 for a special occasion. I'm assuming that special occasion would be something like, reaching maturity. But you're right, you better male-rooster slap the hell out of yo momma, cuz that's just some fuzzed up shiz yo.
Oh wait, I get it now. They through out your crack pipe didn't they. Yeah, I'd be mad too.
I'd rather use a bat though. Not only do you get a workout, but think of all those electrons that are needlessly slaughtered. Nobody thinks of the poor electrons!
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