When Cops Attack!

There is a hidden war in public safety that the public rarely gits to see. I'm not really sure how it started, but I'm pretty sure it was started by a jealous cop.



In my town this war has taken many faces, here is just one series in many.



We had a rookie cop who was Hispanic and always bragged about his heritage. We quickly figured out he didn't speak a lick of Spanish. I awarded him the nickname "Sapo" which he was really proud of until he went home and bragged to his Grandmother about it. He couldn't believe he was laughed at by his Granny, until he learned we were callin him "Toad."



The P.D. retaliated by sneakin into the engine bay and firing off 12 gauge blanks at 3am.



We escalated the events by catchin a few tarantulas and dumpin them down the windshield of a patrol car one cool morning. The spiders crawled down to the motor for warmth until the vehicle was drove for a bit. When they got too warm they came back out the way they went in, resulting in a very traumatized Sargent on the side of the road.



We thought we had pulled off the sneak attack of the year: no witnesses, no forensics, score one for the good guys!!



Too bad we forgot the police lot is covered by a very nice, top o the line, radio shack special B&W camera. Kinda hard to hide our BRT (Big Red Truck) even on their crappy surveillance equipment.



Course they had to git us back. One, now former, officer snuck into the ambulance and applied a liberal dose of powderized tear gas into our air conditioning vents. When the vehicle was started we were out of service, unfortunately on our way to a call. It took two days for us to git our ambulance back.



It was decided at this point city vehicles were off limits, since the police can't control themselves!