anonymousofficer

[anonymousofficer]

Dispatch: Priority disturbance at *insert local gas station name here,* female with a nine-iron golf club.

As I walk up to the door, a loud female voice can be heard vibrantly radiating from within the business: “GIVE ME MY FUUUUUUCKING CIGARETTES!” Naturally, we walk inside the store through the large glass double doors. I come face to face with a women who I will identify as Tammy, for privacy purposes. Tammy immediately directed her attention towards us and said something to the effect of “Get me a pack of cigarettes from this bitch NOW! Or I will BEAT YOUR ASS!” — Tammy really wanted cigarettes but wasn’t willing to pay for them. — After a lengthy period of what can only be described as negotiation, arbitration, deliberation and a few close calls, Tammy was placed in handcuffs without incident. There is something about a Tammy coming towards you with a red-from-anger-face, balled fists and a deep voice that makes your soul tingle a bit in the moments leading up to what I believed was going to be a hell of a fight in the beginning. Thankfully the peace was kept with no physical action and Tammy was provided with a cigarette, courtesy of the local problem solving police force. After all the drama, it turned out that the calling party was actually the one with the nine-iron!

What’s the most wild thing you’ve seen someone do for a cigarette? This is the true life of a beat officer — it’s not always car chases, arrests and action packed movie-style glory!

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[anonymousofficer]

Welcome to my blog!

On this page, I intend to document what I can about my first year on patrol. I signed up to help my community, do the right thing, make the right choices, protect others and do it all while maintaining the dignity of myself and those whom I serve.

- Anonymous Officer

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[anonymousofficer]

Today, as an “abolish the police” protest went rampant, I found myself sitting within a police car. I look to my left, and catch a glimpse of my shoulder. I read *insert city name here* Police Department from the patch on my shoulder, as I wonder what led me to this point in my life. Are they protesting ME? Shortly after the thoughts of the protest subside, I find myself blocking a lane of traffic on a busy interstate for a man who needs help changing his tire. I watched cars, motorcycles and semi trucks pass as the wind whipped through me on the side of the freeway; waiting to be hit by a passing vehicle. After some time, the tire was changed and the lone driver was on his way. Onto the next call for me, I suppose? I clear the call and ready up for what’s next.

Immediately, I’m dispatched to an unknown subject standing in the middle of the freeway. I make my way to the area, and locate the subject. While of course hesitant, I make my way to the subject. I discover that it’s a female that’s experiencing homelessness and severe mental illness. After a few short minutes of negotiation, I’m able to talk her down from the elevated center median and convince her to let me give her a ride off the freeway so we can chat about her circumstances.

It’s just crazy to me that while the citizens I have sworn to give my life for protest my very existence, I walk the freeway as cars pass at mock speeds, just hoping it won’t hurt too bad if someone’s takes a sharp left on the interstate.

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