Hi, I'm Snazzy and I'm Trucker

That's what I'm talking about ! See ! Good ole Ducks, 50, no make that 100, yes 100 Snazzy points ! I insist ! What a Duck ! It brightens the whole room up and she sure does look like Elsie. Life Goes On.

I mustard up my courage and called the big city. Nope, didn't know nothen. They hadn't even started my background check. All that lady knew was for me to sit with thumb up my butt and not bother her. Okay !

Next stop was the Villiage of Idiots. Well, here's the low down. Fort Worth was a Fort. It was to protect the U.S. citizens from the indians. The injuns were down in the villiage. The lake or muddy,murky,swamp belonged to said indians. So, a rich settler offerred 10 cents on the whoom-pem for the said villiage. So, the indians knew a good when they saw one. They packed up and moved to Oklahoma. The settler later sold the land to the Idiots. They didn't know a good deal from a hole in thier butt. So, The Villiage Of Idiots was formed in 1880. They inbred and by 1920 had over a 1,000 Idiots. The villiage during the roaring 20's discovered that due to the swamp still being Indian land (water). Well, anyway legalized gambling was, well legal. So, the Idiots built a casino that had a boardwalk over the lake. Yep, let the good times roll. In the 30's the Mafia decided the Idiots didn't know how to run a casino. So, the mafia burnt it down and rebuilt it. This time the gangsters ran it. Everything was fine untill the gangsters had their war. Yep, all during the 40's the gangland killings went on. By the 50's it was settled by an Idiot that had turned gangster. He blew himself up trying to car-bomb another Idiot. Anyway, the villiage in 1950 incorporated as the City of Villiage Idiots.

I walked in the police department looking sharp. The Lt. greeted me and we went directly to the Chief's office. I wasn't impressed. The Chief looked like an old white haired E.T. Ya'll remember the movie ' phone home' that E.T., even sounded like E.T. Anyway, the Chief was well dresssed in a suit and had on earphones. Well, I later learned they were matching hearing-aides. He spoke ever so slowly. You really wanted to go elbow deep and pull the words out. After introductions and the usual ####-chat, we got down to business. Yep, I was interested in their job openning. Nope, I was willing to hire on as a flat-foot, didn't expect to be made a Sgt. I was willing to work my way up. Yep, the pay was about $ 2.00 more per hour, than I earned as a Chief. Nope, I didn't have any deputies to bring with me. Yep, it was a little less of a drive. Yep, I heard about that. Nope, didn't know about that.

I got a tour of the department and the Chief had the Lt. take me to lunch. We went to one of the many restaurants in town. Yep, I was in the big time. The city had a half dozen restaurants, a half dozen ###### tonks, a real business district, a bank, schools, a state hwy, a loop that carried over two-hundred-thousand vehicles per day, and what else ? I guess what amazed me was all this was stuffed inside a 3 mile area. Yep, this town had grown into a little metroplies. It even had a half dozen gas stations. The kind that had convinence stores. No Goober here with his grease rag. Man, ole man, I'd died and gone to cop heaven.

The Lt. was really a nice guy. Well, there was one thang that I noticed. He was fidgetty. Kind of like a squrill on methamphetemines. He had red hair and firey blue eyes that talked at the same time he did. He was constantly in motion, like he had ants in his pants. He spoke very intelligent and gave me his life story over the burgers. He and the Chief were x-Fort Worth cops. The Chief had left Fort Worth after 12 years and only making the rank of patrolman. He'd been hired on as Chief here and had held that posistion for the past 10 years. The Lt. really hadn't been a Fort Worth cop. He'd worked for the Lake Patrol of Fort Worth, which was the step-sister. He'd tried but couldn't get hired on Fort Worth regular P.D. So, after 5 years he came to work here. He'd known the Chief from the old days. The Lt. was in charge of the patrol and investigation unit. He had worked his way up and been here about 6 years. He claimed the city had grown to double it's size in the last 3 years and was still growing. He leaned across the table and whispered about the big deal. Something about a super Walmart was coming soon. He pressed his fingers against his lips. This was a secret and it was why the city was desperate to hire officers. They weren't going to have enough to cover the 24 hour security. It was going to pay over $ 15 per hour and all the hours you wanted.

I was impressed. Just think, a $ 2 per hour raise, and ontop that, all the $15 per hour security pay. What a deal ! Sign me up buddy ! I went home and ran it by the wife. She was happy that I had found a decent job without having to relocate to south Texas. I did let her know if the big guys called we were going ! I liked the City of Idiots but my dream was to be one of a 1,000 cops not one of 15. The only thing left for me to do was to turn in my resignation at Mayberry and kiss Elsie goodbye.

Good night Snazers and Snazettes, ya'll's Snazzy1

 

Ahhh... back to the morning routine of tea and The Snazz... and checking out the Snazz points. Lemme see here -- one Snazz point, two Snazz points, three Snazz points... Dang, I'll soon be ready for Vegas!

Life is good.

Have a good one, ya'll!

 

Ducks, just don't try those Snazzy points in any of the Casino Games. Now, Life Goes On.

The Chief of Idiots agreed to allow me 30 days before reporting to my new job. I typed out my resignation and met with the Mayor of Mayberry. I had a large box of Kleenex that I placed on her desk. I just didn't know how she'd react. The tears flowed and I felt so ackward. I really hadn't planned on such an emotional outburst. She finally was able to speak, " There, there Barney it'll be alright. Wipe those tears ! We'll survive. "

I agreed to hire a replacement and train the new Chief, so I put an add in the local paper. I had both patrol cars serviced and detailed. I swept, mopped, dusted, and bought extra carrots for Elsie. I sold my year old pickup and bought myself a used work car. I tied up all the loose ends, leaving was the hardest thing I had done there. The applicants lined up so I made it easy. Just a one pager that asked the right questions. I could run criminal history checks to weed out the unqualified. Trying to find a state ceretified officer wasn't easy. Finally a good applicant showed up. He was an x-deputy from West Texas, that had relocated due to his wife being transferred. She was a big-cheese at the plant we had worked the security at. Yep, it was about to open. I cut a deal, he could be the Chief if she'd hire the two young Mayberry Reserves. We shook on it and both Reserves got good paying jobs canning peanuts. Mater of fact they hired in at $12 per hour, which was $ 6 per hour more than I made as Chief. I also sweet talked the Reserve Sgt. to stay on and assist the new Chief.

The final day arrived. The city council awarded me the golden key to the city. Well, it was cardboard, painted gold, with a purple ribbon, that was tied around my neck. They also proclaimed an official ' Barney Day' that would be celebrated on the same date the first city marshall was gunned down. Yep, that made me feel good.

I shook 999 hands, waived goodbye, and sped away. I did stop by the pasture and give Elsie a big wet one on her lips. She understood and I let her know that the Reserve Sgt. would continue with the carrots and conversations. I wiped my eyes and left. My heart was heavy, but my mind was filled with dreams of tomorrow. So goes life.

Till next time, Snazettes and Snazers, your Snazzy1.

 

On paydays Chief E.T. had his loyal cabinet meetings. That consisted of the hand-picked chosen ones. Yes, the cream of the crop, best of the best, the elite, only a few good men, only the smartest, best quailified, experienced, what a staff. Yep, the Lt. and the three Sgts., better known as the four headless Idiots. Since I was new on the block I was invited to attend.

The Chief began the introductions, " Men, this is our newest officer, his name is Barney. Barney you've met Lt Crap In His Pants. This is Sgt Warts, that's Sgt. Flash, and Sgt. Dumb As A Brick."

Now, first impressions are important. I gave a firm handshake to each and quickly sized them up, as they me. I had already met and shared time with the Lt. He was bouncing of the walls and fidgeting in place as usual. Sgt. Warts had, well warts. These weren't ordinary warts. They were the size of yams and covered his whole face. What made it worse is he'd pick at them. Yep, twirl and twist them suckers. I was awaiting for a major burst. I could vision us standing knee deep in pus and blood squirting. Sgt. Flash was, well Flashy. He wore a tailored uniform and had a gold chain around his neck that would of towed a city bus. Sgt. Dumb As A Brick was drewling and muttering to himself. After the introductions the Chief took four hours to finish his 30 minute briefing ( told you he talked slow ).

I was assigned to work relief shift with Sgt Brick. Now, he was a nice guy. He was muscle bound as a bull on steroids and about as bright. He'd been with the city for five years and just made Sgt. He was easy going and I bet could of bench pressed 600 lbs with his neck. I didn't want to upset him. So, I cheesed alot and didn't make any sudden moves. We chatted awhile and I went home.

A couple of days later, after being issued all my uniforms and equipment, I started my shift. Sgt. Brick drove and I sat in luxury. Yes, a brand new Ford, Crown Vic, top of the line, police interceptor, electric seats, electric windows, complete with sound surround stero, and leather interrior. What a deal ! It was 11 pm on a Friday night, we got our first call. A bar fight at the Knife and Gun Tavern. Yep, code 3, out our way, coming thru, and we're on it. My stomach was in knots and feet were behind my ears. Ole Sgt. Brick had the pedal to the metal. We were doing 150 mph and climbing to cruising altitude. We spun three times and slid sideways into the parkinglot. He slowly exited and walked deliberately towrds the entrance. I had my trusty nightstick at the ready.

Sgt. Brick swung open the door and I was careful not to trip over his knuckels, which drug the ground as he walked. The drunk cowboys were faced off. One was scared and the other one was happy. Yep, they'd cussed each other and dared each other, till they were blue in the faces. Sgt. Brick placed one under each arm and walked out. I ran behind and managed to open the rear door. Sgt. Brick placed the cowpokes in the wire caged rearseat. I kind of felt like a puppydog following his master. I raised my hind leg and wee-weed on the tire. Sgt. Brick pattied me the head and scratched behind my ears.

We took the suspects in and Sgt. Brick removed $ 50 each from their purses. Well, them little cloth bags they keep their gold nuggets in. Both staggered out the door singing and holding one another up. They headed back towards the bar. Sgt. Brick wanted me to drive. So, I took the wheel and toured the city. Sgt. Brick gave me his rules. I was write at least 1 ticket per night, make an arrest when I felt like it, and above call him before any fights started. He explained that I was too small to do much and that he liked to fight. I soaked it all in and agreed. At the end of the shift I drove home. My wife asked me how it went ? I licked her hand and rolled over.

Later Snaze Folks, Snazy1.

 

After a weeks training with Sgt. Brick I was assigned my beat car. I was excited to be alone and do things a little different. I climbed in the old Dodge and was shocked. Yep, the seat was so worn that I felt like I was sitting on the floor board, matter of fact I was. I noticed a pillow in the backseat and placed it under my butt. I now could see just over the dash. I cranked her up and after 5 minutes heard the powerful v-6 come to life. Yep, a six banger with 250,000 miles showing. I put her in reverse and she stalled.

After several attempts I discovered by holding her go pedal down half way she'd idle. My first call was a major acident on the interstate loop. I ten-foured and ran code three. The siren sounded like it was a 45 rpm record spinning at a 33 rpm speed. Like errrrrrrr, errrrrrrr, errrrrrrr, then silence. Yep, as the siren died the overhead lightbar played out. Just as I approached the accident scene the ole Dodge gave up the ghost. I ran 200 yards to the scene. Luckily it was a minor accident without injuries.

Sgt. Brick pulled up in the Crown Vic., "Hey Barney, you can pull up closer, mater of fact it wouldn't hurt to leave the overheads on. You know, it might be safer that way."

Before I could answer him, the electric window zipped shut and off he went. So, I filled out the accident report and walked back the 200 yards. Nope, nothing, the radio wouldn't even, well radio. So, I sat for an hour watching the traffic whiz by. Sgt. Brick passed by several times. I flagged my arms trying to get him to help. He'd just waived back and keep going. So, in full uniform, with briefcase in hand, I walked about half a mile. The city trash truck stopped. There wasn't room for all the junk in the cab, so I jumped on the back. Yep, quite a sight.

At a stoplight, a teenage boy yelled something like, " What did you do get a promotion ? "
I replied, " Yep, and next week, I'll get to ride up front !

The driver dropped me off at the department. I entered inside to find Sgt. Brick in the breakroom. He was watching catoons and gigilling like a little girl. I explained the situation. He told me to take one of the other units and he'd take care it. The other other patrol unit wasn't in any better shape and had 300,000 miles showing. I went 10-8 ( in service ) and the dispatcher gave me the bad news. Yep, about 10 calls holding, 3 more minor accidents, 2 gas drive-offs, a loose dog, 1 domestic disturbance, 2 shop liftings, and 1 drunk call. I ten foured and walked back into the break room.

" Say Sgt, I hate to bother you, but we're a little backed up. I can cover the calls in my district, but there's a few over in your beat. So, you want me to just handle mine or what ? " I kept a smile on my face and acted like I was just being informative. I didn't want to upset Sgt. Brick.

He slowly rose and snorted, " Look, I'm a Sargent ! I don't work a beat, I supervise. Now, I'll cover you on breaking that squad car. You know the Chief is going to want me to decide if you make your probation. Don't worry, I'll cover for you. Just remember to call me if there's a fight call. Otherwise, answer your calls and do the best you can."

I stood in awe, how could a police officer ignore calls ? I mean this was silly. Geez, I guess it was all on me ? So, that's what I did. I ran call after call. Sgt. Brick never left the station. I had to stay over an hour overtime to finish my reports. I wasn't a happy camper. But, who was I ? Just a rookie with the City of Idiots. Yep, Life Goes On.

Lets break, Snazzy1.

 

Oh dear, it looks like another rough patch, Snazzy.
That car sounds like a total pain!

 

Yes Nyegere, a rough patch, as always, but Life Goes On.

Now, I'm not one to whine, (cough, cough.) But, i didn't take long for me to see the problem. Chief E.T was old school Fort Woth P.D., he never made it past patrolman rank there. So, he ran his department the old way. Yep, the old rank has it's privliges type crap. Now, I'm sure it's worked in the military, been there, done that. But, the department was top heavy, too many Queen Bees and not enough Worker Bees. The department did have 15 sworn officers. But, one was the Chief, one was the Lt, two were Detctives, four were Sgts, so that left seven patrolmen. The patrolmen were spread out. Two worked dayshlft under the Lt, two worked second shift under Sgt. Warts, two worked midnights under Sgt. Flash, and I worked relief shift under Sgt. Brick. We were one patrolman short on relief shift, which would of made seven.

I swear it was funny, if you made rank, you didn't have to work. So, the patrolmen were treated like slaves, the rank just sat around supervising, and that was that. Of course that's why the department couldn't keep good help. Yep, guys would work a week and quit, it just wasn't worth it. There was another problem. The rank got the best of the best. Yep, a new car for the Chief, same for the Lt, the Detectives shared a new one, the Sgts. the same. Yep, the patrol division had two junkers, not even police equiped. Let em eat cake, the fools.

So, changes needed to be made and I was the fool for the job. A man for the working stiffs, a voice for the working bees, a real true hero, a man with a paper behind. Yes, Barney to the rescue.

Lets break, Snazzers and Snazzettes, the Snazy1.

 

Okay, so your all wondering if there were four Sgts.why have I only mentioned 3 ? Well, that's where we're headed. Sgt. Sot was a drinker. Yep, he was a real elbow bender, drunk, ####eyed, bombed, tipsey, sloshed, stewed, and above all an inebriated man. He had passed out in his Cadillac in the City of Idiots. This happend just before I went to work there.

Anyway, Sgt. Brick had him in the drunk tank. The Chief had been searching for a new Sgt. The last one had been fired for raping an under aged dog. So, what better place than the city jail to hire a police Sgt ? Yep, old Sot was an x-Fort Worth Police Sgt. Him and the Chief were buds from the old days. Matter of fact Lt. Crap Pants knew the Sot as well. So, Sgt. Sot, the Chief, and the Lt. sat for hours in the jail walking down memory lane. Anyway, Sgt. Sot wasn't around the first few weeks I began working. He was on one his suspension vacations. He'd screw up and the Chief would suspend him for a week. Sgt.Sot would take another week in vacation time. So, it worked out real well. Anyway, Sgt Sot needed to switch to relief shift. He owned a construction company. Well, really he was a cutom home builder. His company had a bigger payroll to meet, than the City of Idiots. Yes, he was a millionaire. Well, he wasn't, his wife was. So, instead of Sgt. Brick, I got Sgt. Sot as my new Sgt.

I Liked Sgt. Sot, he was a hell of a cop. Yep, when he said something you could count on it. He'd been thru it all, a college grad, an x-Navy Officer, over 15 years with the Fort Worth P.D., a home builder, and married to an heir of the famous Pineapple fortune, from the 49 th or was it the 50 th state. Anyway, he was sharp and had a real good sense of humor. He also was one of the most highly decorated Police Officers in the history of Fort Worth. Best of all, he wasn't lazy. I had to move fast or he'd jump my calls. He was a one man Police Academy, a wealth of information, a guy who cared about you. He wanted the best for his men (me) and for us to be the best shift in the City of Fools.

Now, the other Sgt's hated Sgt. Sot, after all they had to spend time in bowels of the ship to earn thier promotions. Yes, an ole conspiracy was planned. They couldn't let a 50 year old Sot show them up. So the shift wars began. It was like the old range wars except instead of bullets it was tongue to tongue combat. Every day Sgt. Sot had to sit with Chief E.T. and defend every call made, every report written, and every arrest made. I kept a low profile and tried to stay out of it. It wasn't my fight. I did feel sorry for Sgt. Sot. His only sin had been to show up the other Sgts.

Now, remember Slick ? No, not Sgt. Flash. Slick, the x-security guard. My so called friend. Yep, him. He'd finished his full time ceretification school and was now a full time Idiot Officer. He sided with Sgt Brick in the shift wars. Now, this is something that I'm sure ya'll all gone thru. Two employees don't get along, so everyone takes sides. The battle lines are drawn and it gets dirty. Funny, most the ones involved don't even know what the fights about. Anyway, I get off work one night. See, relief shift worked 2 midnight shifts, 2 evenning shifts, and a dayshift. You only had 8 hours off twice a week, between shifts. Now, that was good, because you ended up with having almost 3 days off. My problem was it took me that long to recover. I just never got enough sleep.

Where were we ? Oh, I just got off shift one night and Slick gave me the old pssssssst. " Say, Barney you got a minute ? "

I walked over and got in the shotgun seat. Slick drove us to an isolated spot by the Lake. He looked around for flies before he started in. I rolled the window down and noticed it fell off it's track. So, why I was busy rebuilding the crappy squad car door.

" You know Barney we go back aways. I owe you alot, you sponsored me thru that reserve school, and I owe you for getting me on here. Now, the Chief knows he made a mistake. That drunken Sot Sgt. is a disgrace to this city. I don't know how you put up with him ? I told the Chief, your the one that makes relief shift what it is. Dang, Barney you need to take some credit. Sgt Brick told me how you know the law better than he does. He sings your praises. Yep Sgt Dumb As A Brick is tops ! So, heres what we need. Just tell me what Sgt.Sot's done to get him out of here. We'll get him fired and Sgt. Brick will recommend you for Relief Sgt. You can take me on the relief shift with you. We'll make a hell of a team. What do say ? "

" Hand me that coat hanger, Slick. Just about got it. Yep, I think that will hold her. So, uh. Well, the only thing Sgt. Sot has done is, well he lets us come to the station a little early. You know, we're suppose to stay in service till 15 minutes before the shift ends. Well, sometimes we just sneak in and gas up our units early. Other than that. Well, that's it. He's a good Sgt. . I don't have a problem with him. He's a little hyper at times, you know he wants perfection. I have to redo a report once in awhile, but hey that's expected. He's been doing cop work longer than you, me, and Sgt Brick put together. I like working for him. Now, that Sgt. Brick of yours. Man, he's dumb as a brick. That guy needs to get off his muscled butt and do some work. You know kicking butt ain't police work. He'd do good as professional wrestler or body builder. But, he wouldn't make a pimple on a cops butt. Now, don't tell him I said that. We're just shooting the breeze here. I like Sgt. Brick and I'm sure when he started here, he was probably one of the best Idiots out here. You getting hungrey ? I am. "

With that said, me and Slick hit the local Mikey D's for our free chicken Mac pellets. I went home and forgot about it. I did grin thinking of Slick out there on midnights, having to put up with Sgt. Dumb As A Brick. I bet between them they couldn't figure out an arson from a robbery. Yep, what a team.

Let's break, Snazzettes, Snazzers, Snazzy1.

 

I kissed the wife and kids, and headed to work. It was one of those 11 pm, to 7 am, relief shifts. One of the evenning dispatchers wanted to ride along. She had just started reserve school and had hopes of being a reserve Idiot patrolman. Now, Pigface was a nice lady, she took her job serious at times. Her two biggest problems were common. She was 400 lbs overweight and the poor thang never new when to shut up. She'd dispatch you on a call and by the time she finished the 8 hour shift was over. So, I just drove quietly while Miss Pigface ate and blabbered. It never mattered what the subject was. She'd start in and ramble nonstop. At first I was a little afraid of hurting her feelings. You just can't tell someone to shutup, that's not polite.

So we tooled down the old business district. It had an old 7-11, a couple of churches, a used carlot, the city impound lot, a boat repair shop, a Winn Dixie, an old post office, an older resturant, and several other older businesses. From my old security days, I'd get out and shook the doors. Miss Pigface never missed a beat. She sat there and talked nonstop, never taking a breath. Even spoke with her mouih full of chips and dietcoke. She even talked when I got out and was still jabbering when I got back. I knew it was going to be a long night.

I ran radar on the loop and wrote a couple of speeders up. Miss Pigface had to ask 100 questions for ever move I made. Of course, I never could answer her, because by then she'd start in on something else. It was getting late and suggested that Miss Pigface might be getting tired. She, started up about her new diet, two hours later she was still going. I found myself driving down one of the dark lake roads. It was about 3 am and Pigface hadn't even gotten past her breakfast diet tips. I spotted a pickup that had it's headlights out. It was traveling way too fast, I had to swerve to the right to avoid a head-on. So, the chase was on. I spun the crappy patrol car around and floored it. Ten minutes later I caught up to the pickup. It had only gone about a quarter of a mile and wrecked out. I radioed for assist and approached the truck. The driver and passenger were dazed. They had hit a tree going a good 40 miles an hour and that was after the 40 mile per hour skid marks. So, the driver stumbles out, he's got a knot on his head and limping a little. The other passenger didn't seem injured.

Sgt Sot arrived as my backup and quickly pointed out that the accident was actually in the City of Fort Worth. The city limit sign was just behind us. So, I was happy, no accident report to write up. All I had to do was issue a citation for driving without headlights. Mutt the driver was kool as a cucumber. He explained how the pickup was a piece of junk and the lights sometimes didn't work. Sgt Sot got out his handheld radio to run wants and warrants. I did a quick look inside the pickup cab and after finding nothing illegal started to issue Mutt his ticket. Of course Mutt claimed he didn't have his license with him. Sgt Sot handed me his notepad which had the name Jones. That was the name Mutt had given the Sgt. So, I began to write the ticket. Miss Pigface came over where I stood, which was about 5' behind the pickup bed. Mutt and Jeff were standing to my left and to Sgt Sot's right. They were sandwiched in between us, my patrol car, and their wrecked pickup.
Miss Pigface whisperd, " Barney, somethings not right. They have a bunch of stuff in the bed of the truck. "
I took my flashlight and shined it in the bed. Yep, just a bunch of crap. Old roofing shingles, roofing hammers, a couple of old tires, a cash register....

The fight was on.. Mutt lunged for Sgt Sots 9 mm. Jeff rushed me and we fell to into the brush. Miss Pigface stood in silence for the first time in her life. Sgt Sot was tough and stood his ground. He smacked old Mutt right between the eyes with the handheld radio. Mutt fell back and Sgt Sot kicked him square in his face, teeth went everywhere. I was busy fighting for my life in the brushy thicket. Jeff out weighed me by 40 lbs and I really wasn't an equal match for him. But, it's strange, I can hold my temper. I'm not a fighter at all, never was much good at. But, put me fear for my life and I'll kill you ! Jeff's biggest mistake was going for my gun. He had me down and was sitting on my chest. I squirmed around so my 357 was under my right side. He gave up going for the gun for a second and decided to pull my left arm up behind my back. I was now eatting dirt and ole Jeff was attempting to break my arm. I managed to draw my 357 but I couldn't bring it around for a shot. Sgt Sot saved the day or should say someones life. Yep, the ole boot to the face, No, not mine, ole now toothless Jeff. I mean it, just a goal line kick right under the chin. Poor Jeff never knew what hit him. I jumped up and covered Jeff, he was out cold so I cuffed him.

Back at the ranch, Miss Pigface was sitting on Mutt. Yep, Sgt Sot had cuffed him before coming to my aide. Poor Mutt was in more pain beneath Miss Pigface, than from losing his teeth. The Forth Woth P.D. showed up minutes later. The suspects were taken by ambulance to the county hospital. We discovered that the stolen property belonged the old restaurant that I had checked earlier. Yep, they'd been waiting to breakin, but had to wait for me to leave, before kicking in the backdoor. Poor fools didn't know if they'd just hadn't wrecked out, they'd got away. That crappy patrol car never would of caught up to them. So, Sgt Sot had the pickup and contents towed to the P.D. We inventoried all the items which included the cash register, coins to all the vending machines, cigars, cigarettes, candy, tip jar, and whatelse ? Oh, a loaded snubnose 38 that neither fools knew they had. It was in the pickup bed amongest the rest of the crap. Oh, and the pickup was stolen. One more thang, they were both on parole for ? You guessed it burglary.

I went home that mornning with my chest stuck out. Yep, me and Sgt Sot, and of course Miss Pigface had earned our pay. Yep, that's what it's all about. Protect the public and get them bad guys off the street. This was my chosen field, I'd die fot it ! Yep, makes you proud to be there. One of a few who make the difference and holds the line. What a deal.

Okay enough for tonight, see ya'll tomorrow. Goodnight, Snazzy1.

 

I realize ur a lil feller, Snazzy, but didn't you ever learn how to fight/take down a suspect? My sister's ex husband is a cop and now the chief of a Mayberry PD here in IL. He's a lil guy as well. In fact, his nickname is Mouse. I've heard from some of the scoundrels I used to run around with that ol' Mousy was one helluva scrapper and could put a man 4 times his size to the turf without breakin' a sweat.