Saturday
So I'd thought there hadn't been anything very interesting lately, but that was before I remembered the detective work that I did on Saturday.
I was supposed to work from 9a-9p this past Saturday, but I got a call from the supervisor at 6 o'clock, asking me what I was doing. When I groggily responded that I was supposed to be working the station 4 truck, he told me to just come in early, and that they'd find coverage for that truck later. Never being one to argue, I agree, and jump in the shower two hours ahead of schedule.
When I arrived at EM, I was greeted with a request to turn my supposed 12 hour shift, into 24 hours of punishment. Since it resulted in some overtime hours though, I agreed.
Within the first two hours of being on duty, my partner gets a call from her fiance, who's a Chapel Hill police officer. He'd been involved in a foot chase that morning with a suspect who'd broken into a woman's house, and attempted to steal her car. Over the course of the chase, he'd managed to rip his pants up, and cut his arms, and needed her to bring him so new pants and clean his "wounds".
We bring him some pants, and meet him at station 2, and he asks for some Neosporin. When my partner tells him we don't have any, he can't understand it. "What do you do when someone's shot? Just let it get infected?"
She replied- "Honey, when someone's shot, we got bigger things to worry about than infection."
To his credit, he shut up pretty quick after that.
He changed his pants and got back to work, and we did the same. Later that afternoon though, he managed to get involved in a chase with the same suspect, and lose the guy again. He called her back to tell her this, and then we decided to slip our gumshoes on.
We started cruising through the 'hood in Carrboro, looking for a subject matching the description my partner's beau had given us... and I quote:
"He's a tall nigerian-lookin' dude, with short hair."
As we cruise through the ghetto (note- bad idea. Ghetto residents have an inherent distrust of anyone riding in a vehicle with flashing lights on it) we see a couple of people that my partner believes might be "the bad guy" but I'm able to convince her of their (relative) innocence based on the description we have.
Eventually though, she finds a guy that she is absolutely convinced is our guy, and won't be persuaded otherwise. Her criteria? He looked at the ambulance "suspiciously".
Now here's my problem with her "suspect". The dude weighed 240+ lbs. Now her fiance might not be super-cop, but he's a pretty fit guy, who runs 5 or more miles everyday. He chased this suspect more than a mile in both of the chases today. If the guy she decided was the bad guy had tried to run that distance there would've been an EMS call when the guy collapsed with a heart attack.
Not one to be distracted though, she insists on calling her fiance, and giving him a full description of the dude. When he laughed at her over the phone, she got a little bit angry, and I had to spend the next 15 minutes next to a lover's quarrel via Nextel. Not my idea of a relaxing afternoon.
Sorry since that came out kinda lame, but it was funny to me, and it's the most ridiculous thing that's happened to me lately.
I'll do better next time.
I was supposed to work from 9a-9p this past Saturday, but I got a call from the supervisor at 6 o'clock, asking me what I was doing. When I groggily responded that I was supposed to be working the station 4 truck, he told me to just come in early, and that they'd find coverage for that truck later. Never being one to argue, I agree, and jump in the shower two hours ahead of schedule.
When I arrived at EM, I was greeted with a request to turn my supposed 12 hour shift, into 24 hours of punishment. Since it resulted in some overtime hours though, I agreed.
Within the first two hours of being on duty, my partner gets a call from her fiance, who's a Chapel Hill police officer. He'd been involved in a foot chase that morning with a suspect who'd broken into a woman's house, and attempted to steal her car. Over the course of the chase, he'd managed to rip his pants up, and cut his arms, and needed her to bring him so new pants and clean his "wounds".
We bring him some pants, and meet him at station 2, and he asks for some Neosporin. When my partner tells him we don't have any, he can't understand it. "What do you do when someone's shot? Just let it get infected?"
She replied- "Honey, when someone's shot, we got bigger things to worry about than infection."
To his credit, he shut up pretty quick after that.
He changed his pants and got back to work, and we did the same. Later that afternoon though, he managed to get involved in a chase with the same suspect, and lose the guy again. He called her back to tell her this, and then we decided to slip our gumshoes on.
We started cruising through the 'hood in Carrboro, looking for a subject matching the description my partner's beau had given us... and I quote:
"He's a tall nigerian-lookin' dude, with short hair."
As we cruise through the ghetto (note- bad idea. Ghetto residents have an inherent distrust of anyone riding in a vehicle with flashing lights on it) we see a couple of people that my partner believes might be "the bad guy" but I'm able to convince her of their (relative) innocence based on the description we have.
Eventually though, she finds a guy that she is absolutely convinced is our guy, and won't be persuaded otherwise. Her criteria? He looked at the ambulance "suspiciously".
Now here's my problem with her "suspect". The dude weighed 240+ lbs. Now her fiance might not be super-cop, but he's a pretty fit guy, who runs 5 or more miles everyday. He chased this suspect more than a mile in both of the chases today. If the guy she decided was the bad guy had tried to run that distance there would've been an EMS call when the guy collapsed with a heart attack.
Not one to be distracted though, she insists on calling her fiance, and giving him a full description of the dude. When he laughed at her over the phone, she got a little bit angry, and I had to spend the next 15 minutes next to a lover's quarrel via Nextel. Not my idea of a relaxing afternoon.
Sorry since that came out kinda lame, but it was funny to me, and it's the most ridiculous thing that's happened to me lately.
I'll do better next time.
posted by C at 2:03 PM
1 Comments:
Not you're best, but amusing. I hope you have better material than this if you're going to succeed, Mr. Dye. Keep us updated on your recent super-sleuth, and life saving capers. Haha...later man, hit me up sometime when you're not working.
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