CRISIS IN PROGRESS: CITY DISPATCH TRIFECTA!
My shift is from 3 to 11pm. The other night, I had relatively little to do, from the time my shift started, UNTIL…At 10:21, I got, simultaneously, an armed robbery (with gun), and a burglary in progress–with knife. On the same side of town. Now, although these calls came in simultaneously, I couldn’t dispatch them simultaneously, even if I were better at multitasking than I in fact am. Because there’s only 1 of me. Nevertheless, I got it all sorted out, and then said, “What’re the chances that that would happen at the exact same time?” No sooner had I said it, than–on that same side of town, a plague upon the East Side–I got “There’s a guy outside with a gun! And he’s arguing with my mom, and she’s got a gun, and I’ve got a gun, and I’ll shoot if I have to!” And, as I was scraping up more officers to send to that one, a woman calls in about the same situation, and says that she has a gun, and will shoot if she has to. Apparently that’s what you have to say if you’ve got a gun. So I’m thinking, Could someone call in who doesn’t have a gun, for a change? This is not building my confidence in the efficacy of a fully-armed citizenry.
THE BEST THIEF EVER
At Walmart, obviously.
I have little patience with Walmart. They call in several shoplifters per shift, and expect us to babysit them on the phone while they trail them all over the store. Telling them you have other emergency lines ringing (possibly with more import than a theft from Walmart) will not pry them from the phone. But I had to admire the shoplifter who:
- Stole a knife and then used it to cut open the packaging of electronic devices, then
- Stole and put on over his shirt–
- a blue t-shirt,
- then a white polo shirt over that, and then
- a blue-and-white-striped shirt over those, and then stole
- a pair of sunglasses, and
- a blue-and-white-striped hat. It all coordinates! I could not be more pleased if I’d put the outfit together myself. Of course, it was all for naught, since the cops made him take it all off when they got there.
Hey, I figured out how to make the automatic numbering feature quit! Just space down twice. I could probably have figured that out with that one old post where it got out of control, but I was drunk at the time. (Appearances to the contrary, I really don’t drink very often. I just write a lot when I do.)
MY OWN LIFE AS A SHOPPER
Not nearly as exciting as his, of course, since I pay for stuff, but I went to the $ General (I have no patience with them, either, but they’re more exciting, because they have fewer corporate policies in place and tend to attack shoplifters) (now I’ll probably be sued by their high-priced lawyers) (or, more probably, low-priced lawyers) to get trash bags. They had a fund-raising deal at the cash register where you get to put your name on a piece of paper they tape up if you contribute money to support autism. I was all for doing that, but the cashier did not offer me the opportunity, and I could not bring myself to ask her. Maybe I’ll do it tomorrow, now that I’ve prepared myself for the eventuality.
THEATER OF CRUELTY UPDATE
Yesterday was the birthday of a certain Nick, with whom you may be familiar. What to get him?
“Happy birthday, Nick!”
He’s lying on my torn-up towel that he stole.
“I have a present for you.”
He raises his head with a weary hopelessness that’s heartbreaking.
“I’m giving you back the power of speech!”
He leaps to his feet, tail lashing joyfully. And the first words out of his mouth are–
“Could I be venomous, too?”