Decojuicer
Well-Known Member
I really need to move into a cave up in the mountains somewhere.
Contrary to what I put in the "What Do You Do For A Living" thread, I am actually an emergency dispatcher for a police department in the metro Detroit area. Tonight is my 5th night in a row on overtime(35 hours just this week), and let me tell you about the tools that I have been dealing with. All names and locations have been changed to protect my job.
About an hour ago, I received a call from a man who says that he knows that his son is in our city, and that his son has a gambling problem, and he is sure that the kid is at a Texas Hold 'em poker game. I told him that the area where he believes his son is is all industrial. There are no restaurants, bars, or halls. He says that he has a way to know where his son's car is(I am assuming that it's some type of gps tracking device in the car), and the only reason that his son would be there is to gamble. I told him again that it is all industrial in that area, and there could very well be a private party at a business there, but we don't have probable cause to go in there and search the place.
A little while later, the guys wife calls. She says that there are 50 cars in a parking lot in a parking lot of a business in that area, and she is SURE that he son is gambling up there. I went through all of the explanations that I gave her husband, but she didn't want to accept them. She asked if she went there and saw a card game, would that be enough reason to go in and "bust the place"? Nope, sorry ma'am, but unless we witness money changing hands, there is absolutely nothing that we can do about it. So she goes on and on for a few more minutes about how we need to do something because her son has a gambling problem, blah, blah, blah. I told her that if she was that worried, she should go down there, knock on the door and drag Junior out of there by his ear. But she's scared she tells me. Then wait until he gets home and throw him out on his arse. But he's my son she says. So what would you like us to do ma'am. If we go down there and there is an illegal game going on, he is going to jail to. Not to mention that he'll probably get killed by the people putting the game on. That was when she just said, "Well, OK, if there's nothing you can do, then I understand."
While I was typing this, some (stealing Revvy's word) *****epaddle calls here complaining that somebody parked in his mothers parking spot in a private condo complex. I explained that we don't enforce parking spot complaints, that he'll have to take it up with the condo association, he gets all irate and says that if we don't go down there and move it, he will. I told him that if he does, and damages the car, or goes over there and gets into a fight, then it'll be on him. He starts screaming that it'll be on me, not him. I said that he could explain that to the booking officer and the judge.
I really hate people. If I could drink at work, it might make things a little easier to deal with.
Contrary to what I put in the "What Do You Do For A Living" thread, I am actually an emergency dispatcher for a police department in the metro Detroit area. Tonight is my 5th night in a row on overtime(35 hours just this week), and let me tell you about the tools that I have been dealing with. All names and locations have been changed to protect my job.
About an hour ago, I received a call from a man who says that he knows that his son is in our city, and that his son has a gambling problem, and he is sure that the kid is at a Texas Hold 'em poker game. I told him that the area where he believes his son is is all industrial. There are no restaurants, bars, or halls. He says that he has a way to know where his son's car is(I am assuming that it's some type of gps tracking device in the car), and the only reason that his son would be there is to gamble. I told him again that it is all industrial in that area, and there could very well be a private party at a business there, but we don't have probable cause to go in there and search the place.
A little while later, the guys wife calls. She says that there are 50 cars in a parking lot in a parking lot of a business in that area, and she is SURE that he son is gambling up there. I went through all of the explanations that I gave her husband, but she didn't want to accept them. She asked if she went there and saw a card game, would that be enough reason to go in and "bust the place"? Nope, sorry ma'am, but unless we witness money changing hands, there is absolutely nothing that we can do about it. So she goes on and on for a few more minutes about how we need to do something because her son has a gambling problem, blah, blah, blah. I told her that if she was that worried, she should go down there, knock on the door and drag Junior out of there by his ear. But she's scared she tells me. Then wait until he gets home and throw him out on his arse. But he's my son she says. So what would you like us to do ma'am. If we go down there and there is an illegal game going on, he is going to jail to. Not to mention that he'll probably get killed by the people putting the game on. That was when she just said, "Well, OK, if there's nothing you can do, then I understand."
While I was typing this, some (stealing Revvy's word) *****epaddle calls here complaining that somebody parked in his mothers parking spot in a private condo complex. I explained that we don't enforce parking spot complaints, that he'll have to take it up with the condo association, he gets all irate and says that if we don't go down there and move it, he will. I told him that if he does, and damages the car, or goes over there and gets into a fight, then it'll be on him. He starts screaming that it'll be on me, not him. I said that he could explain that to the booking officer and the judge.
I really hate people. If I could drink at work, it might make things a little easier to deal with.
