The local cops here run the gamut...there are a few good ones and a few bad ones.
Back in 1994, I came home to find our front door had been kicked in and stuff got ripped off (I realize I was damn lucky the robber wasn't still there when I came home). I dropped my bag of food, touched nothing and called the cops, then my mom. I could see exactly how they got in; the perp kicked in the door panel near the knob, then reached through and undid the deadbolt. There was a towel on the floor with a few drops of blood on it (probably cut themselves on the wood splinters). I was ignored because "she's a kid and in shock" (erm, I was the one who called you guys, if I'm in shock why am I telling you what you'd see if you bothered to look?). The responding officer went so far as to make the pointed suggestion to my mom that "you must have left the door unlocked" (I have a feeling that went on the report, and is the reason Mom never saw any insurance money for her professional camera kit that was jacked). To this day I'm amazed that a twelve-year-old could see what the cops ignored.
One night we were pulled over by a guy who we later dubbed The Terminator. The dude was out-of-control mad; we both thought he was going to pull his gun. The offense? No front registration stickers on plates from a state that did not require them at the time. Mom didn't want to file a complaint....someone else must have for another incident as I didn't see him around after that. There was also a tiny little Asian dude with a serious Napoleon complex who tended to harass kids just because he could.
My mom and I were on good terms with a local captain until he retired, and I still see the officers from my self-defense course around town. When we lived in Montpelier, I was on a friendly first-name basis with several of the beat cops there.
Back in 1994, I came home to find our front door had been kicked in and stuff got ripped off (I realize I was damn lucky the robber wasn't still there when I came home). I dropped my bag of food, touched nothing and called the cops, then my mom. I could see exactly how they got in; the perp kicked in the door panel near the knob, then reached through and undid the deadbolt. There was a towel on the floor with a few drops of blood on it (probably cut themselves on the wood splinters). I was ignored because "she's a kid and in shock" (erm, I was the one who called you guys, if I'm in shock why am I telling you what you'd see if you bothered to look?). The responding officer went so far as to make the pointed suggestion to my mom that "you must have left the door unlocked" (I have a feeling that went on the report, and is the reason Mom never saw any insurance money for her professional camera kit that was jacked). To this day I'm amazed that a twelve-year-old could see what the cops ignored.
One night we were pulled over by a guy who we later dubbed The Terminator. The dude was out-of-control mad; we both thought he was going to pull his gun. The offense? No front registration stickers on plates from a state that did not require them at the time. Mom didn't want to file a complaint....someone else must have for another incident as I didn't see him around after that. There was also a tiny little Asian dude with a serious Napoleon complex who tended to harass kids just because he could.
My mom and I were on good terms with a local captain until he retired, and I still see the officers from my self-defense course around town. When we lived in Montpelier, I was on a friendly first-name basis with several of the beat cops there.
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