Patrol and weekend

Yesterday was nice. I slept in until about 11, then spent 2 hours just relaxing, surfing cable and reading my book, Detectives, about real-life NYPD detectives. Then I dusted, swept, mopped, and cleaned the entire downstairs. Then I did my nails, which were looking like crap, relaxed, read, watched more cable, and ended the evening getting Chinese from across the street (eh) for dinner w/S when he got home from work.

Patrol on Sat. night was a hoot, except for I had to wait at the station from 7-8:30 while I was waiting for my partner to write 2 damn reports. Fortunately, he turned out to be a pretty fast typer and writer, and sharp to boot for being a young guy of 27! We had some fun and got to go on 2 priority 1 calls (driving w/lights, siren, and fast as hell). I guess the highlight would be when he saw out of the corner of his eye these knucklehead teens driving a fucking ATV on the street!!! I was amazed, for I never even saw it. We pulled up on them so fast it made their heads spin. The 16-yo driver fucked himself by lying to us, saying he and his buddies lived at the house they pulled into. So we cuffed his dumb ass and threw him in the back and my partner cussed him out as well. THEN we called a tow truck to haul the ATV just a few blocks away to the kid's house, at $150--ouch! Boys and girls, DO NOT lie to the police, it makes us really pissed. We were just gonna give the kid a lecture and follow him while he drove the ATV home and give him a ticket, but nooooooooo, now he was fucked. And oh lord, he fucked himself again when we all got to his house and he lied about his last name, which was really stupid b/c the false last name he gave belonged to his dirtbag uncles and cousins who are all always getting picked up by us for various crimes. Then his scary momma came out of the house (my partner: "Go get your momma and do NOT run or I will Tase your ass!") and although being 3 yrs younger than I, she had this 16-yo knucklehead son, a baby in her arms, more kids in the house, and was so trashy even I was scared. She cussed her son out up and down and left and right, right in front of us, in Spanish. Lots of "perro" and "verga" and "pinche" and I felt bad for anyone having to grow up in her house. I wanted to grab the baby out of her arms and kidnap it. The grandma came out too and even though was only in her 40's, looked 70, no kidding. They scraped together the $150 and got their ATV dropped. Before we left we gave dumbass 3 tickets, but we could've given him about 8, and sent him off to be beat up by momma.

Unfortunately, my partner got off duty at 10. He was fun and very cool, and we will ride again together, I hope! But he handed me off to his colleague, and we went out for more fun. He was tickled to find out I was a librarian (most deputies are) and couldn't reconcile the image in his mind. Me neither, bub, me neither! We went on 1 priority 1 call that turned out to be B.S. The highlight of this shift turned out to be the last call I went on before I called it a night close to 1am. We pulled over on this certain road that is dark and 30 mph. The very 1st car that came whizzing by us at 50 mph (!) came just a minute after we parked. We pulled them over and became a little nervous as we saw both the driver and the passenger holding their hands up in view. Uh-oh, they've had experience dealing with the Po-lice, not a good sign! I watched the passenger as my partner pulled the driver out and cuffed him b/c we both smelled pot emanating from the vehicle. I could see the passenger was a big boy. But when we pulled him out, yikes. He was A. BIG. BOY. I would guess about 6'8" and 400 lbs. We kneeled him down to cuff him and he was almost as tall we were, and he was kneeling! My partner told him that he was too big for us to fight him, so he better be cool or we'd shoot him. That's exactly what I was thinking!!! However, he was pretty docile and looked like Baby Huey in the face. He barely fit in the back of the patrol car. We searched the car, and I spotted it: a tiny baggie with crack on the front floorboard. We did the field-test on it, and our Q-tip turned a bright blue, bingo! Off to jail! And at 19 years old, Baby Huey, who told me he was already on probation for delivery and now b/c of this would be sent up the river for the rest of his life, was dumb enough to have more crack hidden in his underwear which of course we discovered at the jail when we strip-searched him. He should've given it up at the beginning, b/c anything found at our jail gets automatically upgraded to a higher charge. And gets you a big cussing-out.

What is the matter with people??? Part of me wishes everyone on earth would just act right, but the other part of me realizes that will never, ever happen and to be glad that I have job security (so to speak) being a cop.

Financial note: This weekend BOA put $78 of their money in my savings account as part of the "Keep the change" deal after 1 year. Not bad! However, those bastards will probably 1099 me, but still, $78 shouldn't mess up my taxes too bad. Now I'm just trying to predict how much S and I will spend next year on medical expenses so I can get my FSA submitted in Dec. I did find out that they count buying Benadryl as a reimburseable expense! My, how liberal!