I got an exciting newspaper clipping from my mom in the mail yesterday: recent police calls from my hometown newspaper! Mom had written “Good Stuff!” at the top, and had marked a full 17 of the calls in yellow highlighter to convey her enthusiasm for her fellow citizens’ less-than-shining moments.
10:55 a.m. — Reporting party advised that a subject was posing as a magazine salesman. Reporting party advised that the subject was asking questions such as do you have dogs in the house.
7:08 p.m. — Reparting party advised that two people came to his home looking for his son and said they were going to ‘take care of this’ at Red Robin
8:36 p.m. — Reporting party wants an officer to look at the bone that dog dug up.
12:52 a.m. — Police Department and Air Marshalls are training and air marshalls locked themselves out of their vehicle.
9:31 p.m. — Subject dressed as the Grim Reeper [sic] is chasing people around the parking lot.
Thanks for the laugh, Mom!
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Wow… does she live in a college town? Of course, now I really want to dress up as the Grim Reaper and chase people around the local parking lots :)
Awesome! My favorite thing to do while bored in college was look up the campus police log. They’d have both “report” and then “action taken.” My favorite out of there was “Students sight crazy deer” and “Alert students that it is mating season.”
However, my sister works for dispatch in a nearby town, and you don’t even want to know the calls she gets.
And that’s why I’m not in journalism anymore.
the conversation between me and my husband following me reading your blog:
[23:05] quinlonsma: http://mochimochiland.com/weblog/?p=298
[23:07] Olde Pyrate: ooooooooh
[23:07] Olde Pyrate: I’m deattttttttthhhhhhh’
[23:07] Olde Pyrate: boooogedy boooogedy
[23:08] Olde Pyrate: Hey buddy, I don’t think death says boogedy boogedy
[23:08] Olde Pyrate: What, he…er…I mean (puts on the deep death voice) I DON’T?
[23:08] Olde Pyrate: No
[23:09] Olde Pyrate: I’m pretty sure death doesn’t run around the parking lot of pavillions saying boogedy boogedy
[23:09] Olde Pyrate: WELL, WHERE SHOULD I RUN AROUND SAYING BOOOOOOGEDY BOOOOOOGEDY?
[23:09] Olde Pyrate: um…
[23:09] Olde Pyrate: I don’t think you should at all really.
[23:10] Olde Pyrate: NO???
[23:10] Olde Pyrate: no, you should probably be more subtle
[23:10] Olde Pyrate: more…
[23:10] Olde Pyrate: um…
[23:10] Olde Pyrate: deathlike, maybe?
[23:10] Olde Pyrate: OH…
[23:10] Olde Pyrate: WELL…
[23:10] Olde Pyrate: COULD I STILL DO THAT IN THE PARKING LOT?
[23:11] Olde Pyrate: MY CAR BROKE DOWN, AND WELL…
[23:11] Olde Pyrate: DO YOU HAVE ANY JUMPER CABLES
[23:11] Olde Pyrate: I JUST WENT IN FOR A MOUNTAIN DEW, AND I LEFT THE LIGHTS ON
[23:11] Olde Pyrate: OH
[23:11] Olde Pyrate: AND OOOOOOOOOOH
[23:12] Olde Pyrate: Are you new at this?
[23:12] Olde Pyrate: IT SHOWS?
[23:12] Olde Pyrate: Sorta
[23:13] Olde Pyrate: I JUST FINISHED MY AA IN THEATER AT THE COMMUNITY COLLEGE, AND I SAW THIS AD ON CRAIGSLIST
[23:13] Olde Pyrate: SO…
[23:13] Olde Pyrate: YEAH
[23:13] Olde Pyrate: Hold on, let me get my cables.
[23:13] Olde Pyrate: Um…
[23:13] Olde Pyrate: YES?
[23:13] Olde Pyrate: You’re not gonna kill me after I jump your car right?
[23:13] Olde Pyrate: WELL…
[23:14] Olde Pyrate: Cuz, it would be kinda rude, dontcha think?
[23:14] Olde Pyrate: LOOK
[23:14] Olde Pyrate: I HAVE QUOTAS
[23:14] Olde Pyrate: BOOGEDY BOOGEDY
[23:15] Olde Pyrate: Hits death with game hen, and runs away.
Ah, the joys of the blotter. It was such a wonderful change to move away from “Heroin dealer arrested in parking lot” to “Neighbor complained about noisy dog.”
I really want to move to your hometown now. I hope it’s not too cold there.
:) I lived in DC when it was the Murder Capitol of the Nation. Hmmm. Since then, violent crimes have gone down markedly. . .
hahahaha. it is good stuff.
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