I'll Call The Cops!!!

[Kanewpadle]

Have you ever called the police on someone and then had the pleasure of watching them get arrested and hauled to jail?

Share your story.

Here's mine. Kinda long but funny. At least it was afterwards.

Several years ago my family and I lived in a fourplex apartment. Daughter and I came home to see the neighbors were having a small party. They were all pretty well sauced.

The neighbors say's "hey lets go to the horse track!". The others agreed and followed him to their vehicles.

Then the neighbor stops one of his friends and says "your too drunk. Stay here until we get back". So the guys stays.

My daughter and I get to our front door and the drunk tries to start a conversation with my daugter. I moved between them as I unlocked the door. The drunk tried to follow us in. I put my hand on his chest a pushed him back far enough to close my door.

He pounded on the door and yelled "lemme in!". I open the door and told him to get lost. A minute later he bangs on the door again. I opened the door and raised my voice "go away and sleep it off!" Didn't work. He banged again. So I went outside, opened the neighbors apartment door and "helped" the drunk inside. Honestly, I think I "helped" him a little too hard because he fell on the floor. So now he's mad.

He found a golf club and came out swinging. I ran inside the house. I was armed but this guy could hardly walk. So I put the gun away. He beat on the door for a while with the club. I snuck out the garage door and watched him. I was half mad and half laughing at this idiot.

By this time a few other neighbors were watching. The drunk made his way around to my garage and I had to close the door. He beat on this door a while too.

Finally I called the police. They said someone would be right out.

Meanwhile the drunk dummy decides he wants to go somewhere. He finds the neighbors truck key, gets in and starts the engine. He puts it in reverse and gives it the gas. He forgot that he parked his Honda Prelude behind the truck. He hits it once but still doesn't realize it. He pulls the truck forward to get a better run at it. After several tries, he ends up pushing his Prelude 50 feet down the driveway.

As all this is happening, I call 911 again to tell them whats going on. The dispatcher says "thier one minute away".

Before the cops get there, the drunk decides to try a different route out of the driveway. He manuevered the truck (Ford F350) so it was pointed at my car.

I wasn't wating any longer. Me and another neighbor yanked him out of the truck. He fought us all the way out. As I secured the truck, the other neighbor sits on him (300 pounds).

Ten seconds later the cops show up. They laughed at this little guy sandwiched on the concrete under the big neighbor. The cops says "thanks, we got it now".

They put the drunk in the cruiser and take our statements. Then they took him to jail.

Maybe two months later I get a summons to appear. So I do my duty and go.

I meet with the arresting officer and the city attorney. They explained things to me and thanked me for showing up. They told me to have a seat in the court room because they were waiting for the defendant (drunk).

I take an aisle seat and waited. About ten minutes later, the drunk walks in and sits directly across the aisle from me. Another 5 or 10 minutes goes by and he looks at me as his jaw hits the floor and says "you showed up!!".

So I say "why wouldn't I?!"

The four letter words fly because he knows he's done for. The city attorney calls him and they go behind closed doors. Little while later the cop comes out and says 'We don't need you any longer. He agreed to a deal".

As I leave I can hear the drunk yell "all I did was get drunk!".

It was this guys third DUI. Some people I tell ya.

 

[jagen heie]

not my story but a friend of mines


we were in middle or high school about 13-15 cant remember exactly

he gets up and walks into his bathroom to find a pillbilly going through the medicine cabinet looking for drugs. the guy looks up and says hey man just looking for some medicine. he knew the guy called the cops, my dad was the arresting officer.

let me end this with a lot of people believe his step father sells drugs. after this i do too

 

[seagill]

I had a drunken vagrant pull a knife on me and threaten to cut me. Cops found him within minutes, I identified him and off he went.I applied for my ccw the following week. The idiot is currently serving a 21 month sentence in state prison.

 

[cmort666]

Back in the early '90s, I lived in a large apartment complex in suburban Cleveland.

When I first moved in, it was pretty quiet, being mostly retired people and NASA employees. Then the tenant population started to change, with more and more iffy people coming in, including teenagers with no apparent means of support.

I had had a succession of upstairs neighbors, including some with loud small kids. I gradually started hearing more and louder noises from upstairs, but at first attributed it to little kids roughhousing. However, it just kept getting louder and more violent to the point where my DOWNSTAIRS neighbor came to MY apartment to complain. It started to sound like they were holding regular judo tournaments upstairs.

Finally, I was home early from work after a successful Defense Investigative Service inspection when I heard more banging and crashing, followed by something to the effect of, "Please don't hit me!" from a female voice. I got the picture. I didn't hear anything else that day and let it go.

The next day or so, I heard the same noises, so I called the cops. They came and [of course] the woman said that nothing had happened and the male hadn't hit her.

Again (the same day?) I heard it, and called the police AGAIN. Once more, the female claimed there was no trouble.

I went up to a co-worker's apartment and was telling him about what had been going on while looking at his new Winchester Model 70 Varmint that he was planning to use for 1,000 yard events. His apartment was several floors above mine and on the opposite side of the courtyard. While I was standing there with the Winchester in my hand, looking out his patio door, the wife(?) beating coward sat down on the window sill of their apartment, with his body outside the window and his legs inside. Suddenly, he climbed out on the ledge. The woman freaked and tried to pull him in. He just kicked her in the face and chest.

I told my friend what was happening. He didn't have a phone, so I asked him, "Do you know somebody on this floor with a phone?" He just got a "deer in the headlights" look and said, "I don't have a phone!". I said, "Yeah, I know. Do you know somebody else who DOES?" He merely repeated, "I don't have a phone!" At that point I left his apartment and started knocking on doors.

Nobody answered at the first few doors. I came to the laundry room and found a young woman, whom I asked if I could use her phone. She was DEAF.

I finally knocked on a door and a stoned looking individual answered. I explained to him what was going on and that he should call the police. He dumbly repeated everything I said, but went back in and called the cops.

This time, one of the regional snipers with whom I had shot a service rifle match showed up with another cop. They went in and told "Charlie Sheen" to come in off the ledge. He refused, and when they tried to pull him in, he kicked the sniper. On reflection, he probably regrets that.

They first brought the woman down on a gurney and put her in an ambulance which took her away. Then they brought the guy down. He was SO filthy, he looked like he'd just come off of shift in a Welsh coal mine. They threw him in the back of a squad car, where he proceeded to reinact the opening credits of "COPS" by repeatedly banging his head on the side glass.

I never saw either of them again. No doubt she went back to her duties as a punching bag for him at the earliest opportunity...

 

[David LaPell]

Back when I was in my 20's the trailer park we lived in was plagued by a group of teenagers who basically thought they could do whatever to anyone they wanted. Several people in the park had called the cops on them, and finally my mother did after they kept banging on her bedroom window. Still nothing, we were told because they were all under 16 the cops could do nothing.
One night about 9:30 I was outside on the front lawn walking our dog when all four of these kids were across from me at the park mailboxes. All of a sudden I was getting "What are looking at?" followed by "we will kick your..." well you get the jist. I didn't say anything but I was darned if I was going to listen to this so I went inside, called the sheriff's office, and told them that we were sick of these teenagers running the park, that they were threatening me, and in five minutes if they didn't have a cop there then they had better send four ambulances. (Rethinking that might not have been the best thing to say). So sure enough two cops showed up, both I knew over the years. Told them what happened, and turns out, two were over 16 (apparently the other cops really never checked out their real ages) so they were arrested on the spot. Suddenly after seeing their kids get arrested the parents showed up and begged and pleaded not to have their kids arrested, how good they were, etc. I told them that their kids have been running that park and that it was over. Then two or three of the neighbors showed up and told the cops how they had been harrassed too. The kids never bothered that park again. Turns out they had been responsible for breaking in to people's trailers and stealing things, and they even torched a shed belonging to an older Vet in a wheelchair. It was politely referenced to the cops by a few of the people living there that if the kids were seen roaming the park again something bad might happen to them, and since there were so many people in the park who had been harrassed, it might be tough to find out who would be behind it. I lived in that park for about four more years and I never saw them again.

 

[Tunachaser]

in 85 when I got out of the service, I moved to NC to build a nuclear power plant. In about a 12 month period I was taken to jail 3 times, paid a $35 court cost fee and was released. Some of the cops played on the Church sofball team with me and kinda thought it was funny. I had a bad habit of cracking loud mouths in the jaw. everyone of those 3 times, the other guy started it, got the short end of the stick and called the law. One of the times, the guy was drunk and beating up his girlfriend. It aint hard beating a drunk, but when he looks like Hoss Cartwright, it is still sceary.

 

[Alpo]

Late 80s, I come home and notice that there was no reflection from my truck window. I left my window down? Go look. Glass all over the seat and floorboards. Whadaheck??

Neighbor across the street comes over and says that Randy (boy next door) and Jonathon (boy down the street) were up on Randy's roof, shooting at my house. (These boys were about 9 or 10.)

I go in the house and call the cops. While I'm inside I notice that my kitchen windows have been shot out, also.

Deputy shows up, I tell him what happened, guy across the street tells his story, he gets on the radio. Parents start showing up. Randy's daddy comes haulin' butt down the street, pulls into the yard, goes into the house and comes out holding Randy by the arm. Jonathon's father comes down the street. Got Jonathon in one hand and a Crossman BB gun in the other.

Deputy asks if I want them arrested. I tell him "not necessarily", but that they must be punished (Randy's daddy says "don't worry, he will be") and the glass needs replaced. Randy's daddy works at a glass company. He says he'll replace my kitchen windows. Jonathon's daddy says he'll pay for the glass. "What about my truck?" Randy's daddy says, "We'll pay for a new window in the truck", while Jonathon's daddy is nodding his head. Jonathon's daddy holds out the rifle and says, "And Jonathon can't have this any more". Deputy says, "You got that right". Jonathon's father hands me the gun and says to do what I want to with it.

That night there's a knock on my front door. Jonathon is standing on the porch holding a Daisy BB gun. He says, "Daddy says I can't have this one either". Handed it to me and walked off.

 

[captorquewrench]

My husband had to get one of our daughters from police without calling them and she wasn't arrested, but that's another story for another day.

The closest thing to calling the police and having someone arrested actually did not require a phone call...It was on a trip to traffic court when the traffic docket came up right after landlord/tenant disputes and lease problems. Genius sitting next to me had a bag of weed. After my trip to the "restroom" a bailiff came in with a dog shortly thereafter. The arrest right then and there delayed everyone else's already long day at traffic court. bad thing is, my docket was called up right after that. Judge was in no mood for any more funny business.

It takes a special kind of stupid to take your friend Mary Jane to court.

 

[bubbiesdad]

Late 80s, I come home and notice that there was no reflection from my truck window. I left my window down? Go look. Glass all over the seat and floorboards. Whadaheck??

Neighbor across the street comes over and says that Randy (boy next door) and Jonathon (boy down the street) were up on Randy's roof, shooting at my house. (These boys were about 9 or 10.)

I go in the house and call the cops. While I'm inside I notice that my kitchen windows have been shot out, also.

Deputy shows up, I tell him what happened, guy across the street tells his story, he gets on the radio. Parents start showing up. Randy's daddy comes haulin' butt down the street, pulls into the yard, goes into the house and comes out holding Randy by the arm. Jonathon's father comes down the street. Got Jonathon in one hand and a Crossman BB gun in the other.

Deputy asks if I want them arrested. I tell him "not necessarily", but that they must be punished (Randy's daddy says "don't worry, he will be") and the glass needs replaced. Randy's daddy works at a glass company. He says he'll replace my kitchen windows. Jonathon's daddy says he'll pay for the glass. "What about my truck?" Randy's daddy says, "We'll pay for a new window in the truck", while Jonathon's daddy is nodding his head. Jonathon's daddy holds out the rifle and says, "And Jonathon can't have this any more". Deputy says, "You got that right". Jonathon's father hands me the gun and says to do what I want to with it.

That night there's a knock on my front door. Jonathon is standing on the porch holding a Daisy BB gun. He says, "Daddy says I can't have this one either". Handed it to me and walked off.

We need more fathers like those belonging to Jonathon and Randy.

 

[rags]

My husband had to get one of our daughters from police without calling them and she wasn't arrested, but that's another story for another day.

The closest thing to calling the police and having someone arrested actually did not require a phone call...It was on a trip to traffic court when the traffic docket came up right after landlord/tenant disputes and lease problems. Genius sitting next to me had a bag of weed. After my trip to the "restroom" a bailiff came in with a dog shortly thereafter. The arrest right then and there delayed everyone else's already long day at traffic court. bad thing is, my docket was called up right after that. Judge was in no mood for any more funny business.

It takes a special kind of stupid to take your friend Mary Jane to court.

Some say you can't fix that kind of stupid. In this case, I think not.

rags

 

[williamlayton]

A backhoe can cut thru a lot of paperwork.
Blessings

 

[scooter123]

Back in the mid 70's I drove a taxicab while attending Ohio State. One night I had an intuition that my fare was planning on ducking out on the fare, so when she told me that she had to get the money from her boyfriend I followed her descretely on foot to see exactly which apartment she was going to. As soon as she got inside all the lights in the apartment went out. Went back to the cab and waited 15 minutes with the meter running and then called in that I had a runner. Columbus PD shows up about 10 minutes later and I pointed out the apartment she went into. They went up to the door and knocked on it firmly with a nightstick and called out "Combul Police". Boyfriend responded with a threat that he would blow them off the stoop if they didn't leave. That caused a full SWAT rollout with myself sequestered in an alley between 2 of the apartment buildings with 2 SWAT officers at each end providing me protection with M-16 rifles. Turned into a 3 hour barricaded suspect situation, during which I kept the meter running. Finally the BF surrenders and hands over his Crossman Air Rifle. Swat makes entry and finds my fare buck naked hiding under a pile of clothes in a closet. Apparently, it's rather typical for females to get naked when they try and hide from the Police. It never does any good, if the female is cooperative when caught the police will let them grab a blanket or some clothes, if they are uncooperative they'll haul them out buck naked.

End result, the BF got 2 years for issuing threats to the Police and had his parole violated. The girl pled out to 90 days in County with the stipulation that she pay the full fare that was on the meter, which after 4 hours was 35.50. BTW, before that whole mess started the fare was 2.90 and they found over 60 dollars on the dresser in the bedroom where she was hiding.

I learned two things that night. One is that you just can't fix stupid. I also learned that on a busy night I would have just said "screw it" and let her get away with running on the fare. Fortunately, it was pretty darned slow at that time of night so all it cost me was my time.

PS; Taxi drivers don't get paid a salary or hourly wage, they are self employed. The way you made money was by hussling enough so that you took in more in fares and tips than the cost for the gas and rental on the cab. Back then it was an interesting way to make some money and it worked well for school because I could toss my student parking sticker on the dash, go to class, and hit the books during slack times on a taxi stand. I'll also note the cars used were Checkers, which were actually built on a Chevy 1/2 ton Pickup frame. You could beat the heck out of those Checkers and they'd just come back for more, I still think it's a shame that the fuel mileage mandates in the late 70's put them out of business.

 

[jimmyj]

Back when the six kid were still at home I was working an off duty midnight job.
A intoxicated male came to my house and started to attempt entry. My wife called me and I called comm. center. Comm center put out an "All Units" response call. Comm Center addition information was Units responding, this is an off duty officer's home and his wife and small children are inside. By the time I arrived my street looked like a "Cop Convention" or a donut truck had over turned. The suspect was cuffed and appeared roughly handled. his vehicle was being towed to impound.

 

[Kanewpadle]

Back when the six kid were still at home I was working an off duty midnight job.
A intoxicated male came to my house and started to attempt entry. My wife called me and I called comm. center. Comm center put out an "All Units" response call. Comm Center addition information was Units responding, this is an off duty officer's home and his wife and small children are inside. By the time I arrived my street looked like a "Cop Convention" or a donut truck had over turned. The suspect was cuffed and appeared roughly handled. his vehicle was being towed to impound.

Donut truck!

 

[2krkrider]

About 11:00PM the wife and I came home from a late evening out and as we're walking up to the house, I hear voices in the park behind our home. Told my wife I was going to see what was going on at this late hour in the park. Looked into the park and saw 7 young men standing on the pitchers mound sharing a soda. The must of been poor because then they all shared a cigarette. Then they walked over to a dugout, rooted around in a knapsack and came up with a paintgun which they begin shooting at any and everything. Out came my cell phone and I told the nice 911 lady what I was seeing. She said they would handle it. For 20 minutes I wait and watch as the crew painted that ball field. At last one patrol car swung into the parking lot and they took off. The park has a fence and all but one guy was inside the fence. Makes it real easy to round them up. The one that had enough brains to get outside the fence ran up within about 30 feet of me and hid behind a bush at center field. I get back on the phone and very softly suggest that the officer shines her light at center field, says "I see you, come on out". It worked. Dummy, stood up slumped his shoulders and went to her. Got back on phone to let 911 know that they had everybody. As I turned to go in, I saw a half dozen headlights around the neighborhood come on and pull out. The 20 minutes delay at the start was for getting a net setup.

 

[pete-driver]

I heard crashes coming from out front and went out on the porch to see what the noise was. A guy two doors down was smashing his pickup in to a tree and backing into a utility pole. I called 911 and told them what was going on and that his kids were on the front steps yelling "daddy stop". I was concerned the kids would run to the truck and get hurt. The dispatcher said she would send some one out.
I've called the police on neighbors before and most times they don't even show up, even when a woman was kicking in my neighbors door when he wasn't home.
However when you mention kids could get hurt.....two minutes and fifteen seconds later he was cuffed and over the hood of the squad car! Followed by six other cars, two unmarked cars, three firetrucks, the fire chiefs suburban, and ambulance and a tow truck, all followed with in four minutes.

 

[mkk41]

A few years ago , on the 4th of July , the neighbors (who I really don't get along with) across the rear alley were lighting off fireworks. No big deal , except their brat kids were throwing firecrackers over the fence , leaving paper all over the driveway. Again , no big deal.

After dark , I decided to pull out my M-1A , slipped on the blank adaptor and fired off 2-20rd mags of USGI blanks.

Of course , the neighbors called the cops.

The officer that showed up and I know each other on a friendly basis. He said someone (pointing towards neighbor) called and said I was shooting a gun in the air. I showed him my rifle , and grabbed a few fired blank casings and asked if blanks were illegal. He replied not that he knew of. Then I showed him the paper from the firecrackers and the pile of ILLEGAL fireworks still on their picnic table.

Yep , they got cited and fireworks taken! The father got very obnoxious with the cop so he also got a drunk and disorderly.

 

[Kelly Green]

This is not about calling the police but about taking care of the problem when you can't get law enforcement to help. I will relate this story only because all the participants have passed on.

Back in the 50's, country life was far different from what it is today. A fella with a dog in the fight sometimes had to dispense his own justice. At the time, I had an uncle who was, and I'm being kind here, a rattlesnake. The snake was married to my mother's sister, my aunt. He was a drunk and a wife beater. Back then, spousal abuse was not an openly discussed subject and not taken as seriously as it is today. My uncle was never arrested or taken into custody for any of the things he did.

Late one night in the summer of 1957, my aunt drove out to the farm. How she was able to drive is something the kinfolk chewed over for years. She was bruised and bleeding with both eyes nearly swollen shut. She had been here before to escape the my uncle but this was the worst. It was not only her this time but the snake had beaten my baby cousin too.
My dad drove them to the hospital in town.

The next evening dad left in his pick-up without saying a word. That is all I was witness to. The rest is what I learned from my dad during those final months we spent together before he passed.

My dad was a big man at 6'2" and the gentlest person I have ever known. He never carried a gun in his truck like many did back then but instead kept an old baseball bat behind the seat. When he left the house that night, he made his way to the beer joint just off the highway—the snake's watering hole. He parked next to my uncle's car, and waited.

His aim was to scare some sense into the man but when the snake pulled a knife, everything changed.

The sheriff, a friend of dad's, was at the house the next morning. It seemed the snake was taken to the hospital after being found in the parking lot behind the beer joint, beaten to within an inch of his life. There were no witnesses and the snake refused to point a finger so there was nothing the law could really do. This was a courtesy call. The sheriff had had too many run-ins with the snake to be sympathetic to his plight.

The next day dad drove my mom into town to visit her sister and my cousin. While at the hospital, he made a stop by the snake's bed. Dad advised him that after he mended it might be a good idea to leave the county.

We never saw the snake again. My aunt divorced him and married a fella who thought the world of her and we thought the world of him. Years later my aunt learned that the snake had been living in San Antonio where he was killed in a bar room fight.

 

[DeathGrip]

This is not about calling the police but about taking care of the problem when you can't get law enforcement to help. I will relate this story only because all the participants have passed on.

Back in the 50's, country life was far different from what it is today. A fella with a dog in the fight sometimes had to dispense his own justice. At the time, I had an uncle who was, and I'm being kind here, a rattlesnake. The snake was married to my mother's sister, my aunt. He was a drunk and a wife beater. Back then, spousal abuse was not an openly discussed subject and not taken as seriously as it is today. My uncle was never arrested or taken into custody for any of the things he did.

Late one night in the summer of 1957, my aunt drove out to the farm. How she was able to drive is something the kinfolk chewed over for years. She was bruised and bleeding with both eyes nearly swollen shut. She had been here before to escape the my uncle but this was the worst. It was not only her this time but the snake had beaten my baby cousin too.
My dad drove them to the hospital in town.

The next evening dad left in his pick-up without saying a word. That is all I was witness to. The rest is what I learned from my dad during those final months we spent together before he passed.

My dad was a big man at 6'2" and the gentlest person I have ever known. He never carried a gun in his truck like many did back then but instead kept an old baseball bat behind the seat. When he left the house that night, he made his way to the beer joint just off the highway—the snake's watering hole. He parked next to my uncle's car, and waited.

His aim was to scare some sense into the man but when the snake pulled a knife, everything changed.

The sheriff, a friend of dad's, was at the house the next morning. It seemed the snake was taken to the hospital after being found in the parking lot behind the beer joint, beaten to within an inch of his life. There were no witnesses and the snake refused to point a finger so there was nothing the law could really do. This was a courtesy call. The sheriff had had too many run-ins with the snake to be sympathetic to his plight.

The next day dad drove my mom into town to visit her sister and my cousin. While at the hospital, he made a stop by the snake's bed. Dad advised him that after he mended it might be a good idea to leave the county.

We never saw the snake again. My aunt divorced him and married a fella who thought the world of her and we thought the world of him. Years later my aunt learned that the snake had been living in San Antonio where he was killed in a bar room fight.

Damn snake.

 

[Marshwheeling]

Ten or eleven years ago, my sweetie and I were awakened about 3 a.m. by somebody pounding on the door and yelling. She looked out the window and said "he's going around back". Then I heard my back door open and close. I was in an upstairs loft bedroom. The phone was downstairs. I started yelling, figuring (hoping) that if the guy realized the house was occupied, he would leave. Forum rules prevent me from repeating my exact words, so lets just say I repeatedly asked who he was and told him to exit the premises. I kept yelling as I came downstairs, dressed only in a polo shirt.

Forum rules also prevent me from describing how frightened I was, so let's just say I was scared. I came into my kitchen, and saw a big guy, about 6'2" standing about 25 feet away inside my back door. I did have a couple of CZ pistols in the house, but I was not too familiar with them, and had only shot them on a couple of occasions. In any event, they were well tucked away, and not loaded. It did not even occur to me to get them, and there would have been no time.

But the guy was just standing there. I made a quick calculation, thinking if he was armed and meant us ill, we were probably screwed. So I assumed he was not, and figured that if I hit him fast enough, perhaps I could take him. So I ran up to him, threw up a forearm to pin his arms, and started pounding him in the gut (it had also occurred to me I didn't want to break my hand hitting him in the head. BTDT). All the while, I kept repeating my directive that he exit the premises (not in those exact words).

The guy kind of grunted and doubled over, and said "I must be in the wrong house". I confirmed that judgment for him, again, not in terms that would pass muster on this forum. He was ready to leave, so I didn't have too much trouble shoving him out the door. By this time, my sweetie had reached the phone and called 911. The deputies were there in what seemed like about 45 seconds; the first to arrive was a cute curly-haired female deputy. Thankfully, I had time to put some pants on, so it must have taken a bit longer than that, but they got there pretty quick. It took a while to get back to bed because of all the excitement, and because the neighborhood was swarming with deputies looking for the guy, but finally we got to sleep.

In the morning, a phone call awakened me. Another deputy was on the phone. They had caught my intruder, and what did I want them to do with him?

"What do you mean, what do I want you to do?"

"Well, he's known to us. He is mentally ill. He has a girlfriend in your neighborhood, and he got dropped off at the wrong house. He is very disoriented. We found him about an hour after we left you, wandering around somebody's yard three blocks away. If you want us to, we'll take him to St. Joe's; otherwise we'll leave him with his girlfriend."

A few more questions persuaded me the guy really was a sad sack who posed no threat to me or my family, so I just said "do whatever you think is appropriate."

A few weeks later, I saw the curly-haired deputy at the courthouse, hanging out in the lobby with the other deputies who had court appearances. I walked up to her and thanked her for getting to my house so fast. She looked over at the other deputies and said "This guy beats the **** out of intruders." Thank you so much for that, Deputy.