Who pays to fix the roof when the FD destroys it to remove a criminal?
Early 90s. Guy was in a bar and had been drinking. Closing time. Pulls out his unlawfully carried new fangled Beretta 92 to impress the bartender. Thinks the safety is on where you can pull the trigger and nothing will happen… Bartender freaks as the guy points it at the side of his own head. Watch this… Don’t worry, it wont go off.
BOOM!
Man, that is crazy. I can’t imagine bearing witness to something like that. Similarly, I recall hearing a story from a guy working in Chicago, his company rented a floor like 80-something stories in one of their high-rises, a new build. The engineers/construction crew was giving a tour and someone asked about the quality of the windows at that height. One of the engineers/construction folks claimed it was super hardened safety glass blah blah blah, and ran and threw his weight against it, only for it to shatter and him falling to his death. Again, can’t imagine actually seeing something like that.
New Rule: If you wouldn’t do it without the super neato, Space Age high tech NASA approved Safety Measures in place then you don’t need to do them with them on.
I had to work a suicide where the guy was all about trying to get his wife to feel sorry for him and all this and all and made a big production. I still don’t think he meant to actually kill himself. I think he kept pushing the limit to goad her into some huge outpouring of love and sympathy. Well he was on a machine for two weeks and he effectively lobotomized himself with a .380. They took him off the machine and he lingered for a few more days and died.
The wife seriously didn’t care. Like she cried and hammed it up around everybody else but she didn’t care.
You can’t rely on someone else for your happiness. He should have divorced her, screwed every (legal) teenybopper he could and did something for himself.
I think the worst suicide I ever saw was a kid who shot himself with his dad’s favorite deer rifle because of some super trivial matter. But it had to be his dad’s favorite gun.
It wasn’t worst as in “most gory” or “most pitiful”. It was basically a kid wanted revenge and killed himself to teach his old man. This is why I shit on psychiatric people who are usually closeted pedophiles and date rapist pill poppers.
Therapy is for the healthy. Not the sick. They just dope them up. Try to rationalize why people do irrational things.
The world is violent and fast and cruel.
I would like to tell you that time and repetition has made me hardened and tougher.
No. No quite the opposite. When I was younger, it was easier to not care. Oh well. Not my problem.
Now, every little thing bothers me deeply. Homicide and suicide alike.
I suppose that’s why I am more reclusive than I used to be.
You really are gonna carry that weight. I’d love to give a few knee slappers but most people calling the police are either on dope or are 80 iq otherwise they wouldn’t be calling the police
Funny, someone said that to an officer, officer handed him back a penny and told him he has a refund and therefore, not entitled to whine
the most puzzling but not surprised one was a Domestic.
Well the boys show up, me shorty after and the son, daughter and mom are going at it. Finally get them apart and guess what they were fighting over?
Dad’s .38 which was upstairs in his hand after he blew his brains out with it. Well guess what? --we get it now kids.
And that’s not what they called in for.
That and the mom and sister (another call) cooking dinner while the son is swinging from the ceiling fan upstairs.
scary folks
homeowner.
The fun ones were when we would hit every window with barricade rounds and after entry remove every door. Call Risk Management on Monday sir/ma’am. They would not pay a dime. Funny thing was repeat papers on most saved work as the doors were not replaced. SGT. would always get pissed as to why we couldn’t simply open doors, took to much time boss.
witnessed a shoplifter being arrested, deputy was removing items from their pockets out came a baggy with powdery substance. guy promptly started screaming that it was his meth and the deputy couldn’t have it, the eye roll and head shake from the deputy spoke volumes
A few things:
-In younger years, whenever someone said “I pay your salary” I would say “And I put up with your bullshit”. At least until I got some wall to wall counseling. Now I just act like they didn’t say anything. When you get to a certain point in your career, you can always just get in the car and leave. It hurts them more and violates no conduct. I had one person a while back when I was still somewhat more accessible to the public who went Full Metal Karen on me. I just started walking and calmly drove off. If it was important she will call back.
And the lack of caring is real. I was in my early 20s and saw this girl of 16 years naked and cutting herself open all over. No pain. No rape. No dope. Wasn’t bullied but wasn’t a prom queen. Wealthy parents. She wasn’t even trying to go “Ooh look I’m cutting. See how I cut!” She was just carving away with venous bleeding. It was horrible. She’d be in her 30s by now.
The parents were nonplussed but it still gives me the willies.
Or the “grown ass” kids. Who think, and are told by their single female parents, they are “grown”
Gradually, I began to hate them. The black single female parent.
They cuss their children and beat them. Then they tell their kids in stores that I will put them in jail or shoot them for something minor. Then they wanna play Johnny Cochran if you bring their son home at 0300.
I know why Jesus wept. Because none of us are worth it.
It’s enough to make you really bitter. A Sisyphean endeavor to be sure.
Every day I ask myself what God sees in us that keeps him from reaching out and saying “Game Over, You ALL Lose”… but every so often I see something the other way that gives me an answer.
Ever see Prometheus? When the big alien dude just has it with the old man?
Like… I get it
EMS, the military, tactical medic, ED nurse, ICU nurse… I’ve seen so much in 31 years. I don’t know that I will ever know another good night’s sleep. I just keep asking, in the end will it have been worth it all?
In the 1980’s I was dispatched to a truck stop on a failure to pay call. When I arrived, a prostitute complained that a truck driver would not pay her after she performed oral sex. She was adamant that I should arrest the truck driver and said that she would give a full written statement.
The truck driver said the prostitute wasn’t that good, so he refused to pay her. After the prostitute thought it over, she decided it would not be a good idea to provide a written statement that she committed an unlawful act and declined to pursue the matter any further. I suggested that both of them get their inoculation cards updated and cleared the scene with no report filed.
We called them lot lizards
Thanks for the best laugh I had today! Some script writer needs to work that into a movie.
Open window? Yeah, she’d have gotten a wet diaper.
Way to many to even begin to think of the best. A few:
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Call of a hot air balloon flying at night. Happens that I am driving on scene as the call comes out and I see this hot air balloon about 50 feet off the ground. I ask on the radio “is this even illegal”? A guy on my squad who was a pilot radios that it is in fact illegal as they dont have lights and other shit for night flying. I get on the PA system and tell the balloon that it needs to land. The balloon proceeds to turn on the flame thrower full blast and flies off into the night. I get back on the radio and say “It flew off, call the FAA or something, Im back in service”
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Had a young man accidentally shoot himself in the head at a party playing the “Ill point the gun at my head, but dont worry the safety is on”. Witnessed by multiple people. His friends, who werent there, decide that he was obviously murdered and started a blood fued with the other group at the party. Several drive by shootings proceed to happen over the next few months with multiple people getting shot. All over one guy being stupid with a pistol.
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Had a local transient that used to huff gasoline from Gatorade bottles. One day he was gone and wasnt seen for months. My partner and I spot him one day at his usual bus stop huffing gasoline again. We stop and tak to him and he says he was at the hospital in a coma for the last several months. I asked him if it was because he was huffing gas and he says “No. I was over there in the wash huffing my gas, when a Gila Monster walked by. The venomous vapors of the Gila Monster got in my nose and put me in a coma”.
You need a Mr. Pibb like right now.
Did you ever manage to help, save or rescue anyone? If so, that’s your answer. My brother saw a lot of shit but a guy who had a head shot but survived brought his parents in one day to meet the doctor who worked on him from field to drop off at surgical center. I have to remind him from time to time.
Two hoodies broke into a liquor warehouse to steal liquor, but decided to have a “tasting” at the warehouse instead of grabbing the booze and leaving and got so drunk they both passed out on top of what had to be a 14’ stacking of pallets of liquor. We could barely wake them up to arrest them! Darwin Award at its best!
A few years back was cruising down the highway speeding a ‘little’ but nothing way too crazy. Was pretty much just keeping up with the regular flow of traffic.
I see blue lights a good ways back (heading in my direction) and traffic was somewhat heavy so I sped up a little. No joy losing this cop in the traffic. He was determined and getting closer every second so I sped up a little more and started doing a little weaving trying to shake him off…
Did absolutely no good as this guy was on my ass in NO time at all. Once I knew for sure he was close enough to have got my tag info (and knowing I was screwed) I went ahead and pulled over.
I watched in the side mirror as he approached my drivers side window and could tell he was PISSED. Had the window down by the time he got up there and yup, he was pissed. He said (through gritted teeth), ‘Sir, You better have a damn good reason for speeding up when I lit your ass up or you are going for a ride you will NOT enjoy’.
I looked him right in the eyes and calmly told him, ‘My girl left me a few weeks back and tied up with a cop. Bitch even sent me pictures that he took of her while she was doing ‘stuff’ to him and wearing his officer hat so I am pretty sure that she was not BS’ing and that she was in fact boinking a cop’.
Officer said, ‘What in the hell has that got to do with you speeding up when I turned on my lights instead of pulling over right away?’.
‘I thought YOU were the cop she had been boinking, had figured out what a nutcase she was and was trying to somehow make me take the bitch back. If you ARE him, You better go on and take me to jail cause I am not about to fool with that crazy ass woman ever again. She is YOUR problem now’.
Only other time I got away with doing dumb shit behind the wheel was blamed on the dog stepping on my junk cause she saw a plastic bag float by outside my window and was trying to get it. Made me floor the car taking off and such. 