I took a break last week so I could work the night command, meaning I got a front seat for the midnight zoo.
I wasn’t disappointed. There were people (nekid) running around acting crazy — or maybe not acting at all. I’d forgotten how bizarre it is sometimes, but the drunks are still doing things that made them famous, like getting out of the car and running when they get pulled over by the police.
One poor fellow got out and I guess he was just a little too drunk, because he leaned over a little too far as he ran, forcing himself into the pavement after about 10 feet.
Fights in the bars, and people keeping the lawyers employed with all those DUI arrests. It’s a strange place out here when the rest of us are sleeping!
Speaking of strange, check out these arrests
An officer passed by the parking lot of a bar in the 5800 block of Roswell Road and reported he heard a loud argument (even with his windows up) in the lot. He said he spoke to the couple and the female seemed to be venting very loudly. He let her talk for a while but realized she was very drunk and becoming more belligerent.
She said she was mad at the male because he was arrested for DUI the night before and couldn’t drive her home now. The officer said she got more and more verbal so he called a cab for her and told her to go home. She referred to him as a “%^$*$^&,” which, of course, means: “Please take me to jail.” The male was released and she was taken to jail.
125 Northwood Drive: A woman reported her husband took the TV from the apartment in order to sell it for crack cocaine. She intervened and he punched her in front of their 4-year-old child. He was later found and arrested for domestic violence and cruelty to children.
A patrol unit received several repeat calls of a white Ford driving up and down a street, screeching the tires and driving recklessly. The officer finally found a car, parked, matching the description and occupied by two men. While talking and obtaining ID from the men, the officer noticed one of the men was attempting to conceal a bottle of Admiral Nelson’s Rum. One of the occupants, in a failed attempt at humor or just an exercise in dementia, asked the cop to bring him a beer. The driver was arrested for DUI.
Cops answered a fight call at the Home Depot parking area. The officers were told by 9-1-1 that a woman was jumping on the hood of the complainant’s car. The complainant said the woman was running from the location after biting him on the arm. The woman apparently slashed the victim’s tires and damaged the hood of the car before running off. She was found and detained.
At first she blamed her mother for the hood damage (I’m not sure where she was going with this), but later admitted to the hood damage. She was arrested. The report said she was loud and unruly in the back of the patrol car.
If you help Detective Sandy in this effort …
I’m turning this over to Detective Sandy, who’s working with Komen Atlanta Race for the Cure:
Please join me in the fight against breast cancer with either a pledge supporting my participation in the race, or by contributing generously to the 2010 Komen Atlanta Race for the Cure. Your tax-deductible contribution will fund innovative outreach and awareness programs for medically underserved communities in Atlanta and for national breast cancer research.
It is faster and easier than ever to join me in this great cause by going online to visit my personal page and pledge your support. Or you can mail your tax-deductible contribution to:
Komen Atlanta Race for the Cure
P.O. Box 934611
Atlanta, GA 31193-4611
I truly appreciate your support and will keep you posted on my progress. Thank you so much for your time and support in the fight against breast cancer. Every step counts!
… You’ll be helping me, too
OK, do me a favor and go to the link above and pledge your support. Detective Sandy’s walking during the event and, as you’ve no doubt already seen by going to her page, she only needs $125 to hit the mark.
And if this isn’t enough motivation, consider this: This will make life much easier for me!
As you may have heard, “Happy Wife = Happy Life.”
And, in my case, Angry Wife = Steve Sleeps with the Rottweiler in the Basement!
So, if not for the cause, then do it for me (the Rottweiler has gas).
Let me know who pledges and I’ll send each a set of Sandy Springs Police Department Cop-Card Trading Cards for you to enjoy for years to come. They look great on your dash when the motorcycle cop walks up to discuss your doing 85 in a 55 on GA 400. It won’t do you any good, but they’ll look great up there!