Having a bad day...?

Now that's a REALLY bad day!!!!

I'm having a good day because it's Saturday. I am so looking forward to ER, when every day will be a Saturday for me.
 
Eh, saturdays stink. Too many losers cluttering up the stores, roads and the parks.

Monday-Fridays are good. Everyones in a little box all day long waiting to get out.
 
Eh, saturdays stink. Too many losers cluttering up the stores, roads and the parks.

Monday-Fridays are good. Everyones in a little box all day long waiting to get out.
Yeah, tell me about it. :mad:

Only 546 more days until FREEDOM... O0
 
That's not just a bad day, it's the results of two people not paying attention to what they were doing.

I once handled a three-car accident in which all three drivers got tickets. The road had three lanes southbound. One car stopped in the left lane to make a left turn (not the left turn lane), another stopped behind him, and a third struck the second, pushing that one into the first.

Driver #1 charged with improper turn. Driver #3 charged with failure to control speed to avoid collision. Driver #2 had an expired license.

Hey, they weren't paying me to be a nice guy.
 
That's not just a bad day, it's the results of two people not paying attention to what they were doing.

I once handled a three-car accident in which all three drivers got tickets. The road had three lanes southbound. One car stopped in the left lane to make a left turn (not the left turn lane), another stopped behind him, and a third struck the second, pushing that one into the first.

Driver #1 charged with improper turn. Driver #3 charged with failure to control speed to avoid collision. Driver #2 had an expired license.

Hey, they weren't paying me to be a nice guy.
Hey, I was in an accident like that in Mississippi back in 1975! We were in car #2 (but had valid licenses). The road was a rural highway, one lane each way and speed limit of 55 mph. The car in front of us stopped to make a left turn into a church parking lot (after all, it WAS Wednesday and time for church meetin' :rolleyes:), and the ol' country boy in the big pickup truck behind us admitted that he was distracted and never saw us because he was not looking where he was going. So, he plowed into us at a full 55-60 mph.

All three cars were totaled. My car was an old 1962 Buick and I was as thrilled to get $400 from the insurance company for it, as they were to settle for that little. :2funny:
 
Speaking of bad days....when a person comes in to bail out their loved one at my p.d., I have to get their id and call it in. On a few occasions, they will have warrants out for their arrest.

The last person that this happened to was pulled away screaming "I ain't no motorcycle momma!" I try not to grin. :rolleyes:
 
Speaking of bad days....when a person comes in to bail out their loved one at my p.d., I have to get their id and call it in. On a few occasions, they will have warrants out for their arrest.

The last person that this happened to was pulled away screaming "I ain't no motorcycle momma!" I try not to grin. :rolleyes:

I laugh at anything. I dont know how you could keep a straight face. :2funny: Guess Im not very professional :D

The first thing that popped in my mind would be to say " get on your bad motor scooter and ride.."
 
I've been in DFW for 25 years, and have been involved in three accidents. All three were me being hit from behind. Yeah, for you jokesters, I was "rear-ended"... :p

The first time was just a few months after I moved. I was driving a '71 Impala. While sitting at a red light, some guy in a small, import pickup hit a patch of ice and plowed into the the back of my tank. I felt a little nudge, and looked back to see half the front-end of this p/u scrunched, and the driver looking dazed. I don't think he had insurance, because he wasn't interested in calling the cops. So I drove away. Not sure what happened to him...
 
Speaking of bad days....when a person comes in to bail out their loved one at my p.d., I have to get their id and call it in. On a few occasions, they will have warrants out for their arrest.

The last person that this happened to was pulled away screaming "I ain't no motorcycle momma!" I try not to grin. :rolleyes:

:2funny::2funny:
Almost as bad as the story about a juror who was seated for a mar·i·jua·na trail and during the break she or he were arrested for smoking pot. :bat:

Now that's a bad day and in some circles they might be considered a DUFUS.:bat:

God Bless Us All:angel:
 
The last person that this happened to was pulled away screaming "I ain't no motorcycle momma!" I try not to grin. :rolleyes:

I guess that's why the police humor on TV doesn't make me laugh. I've seen it already.

Like converting a copier into a lie detector. Put a piece of paper with "LIAR!" printed on it in copier, place suspect's hand on copier, ask question. Push button, paper ejects, suspect confesses.

Spot a parked stolen car, call the bad guy and tell him to get out because the police are coming. So he gets in the stolen car to leave.

Getting called to a family fight, and "BTW, is that a filled bong on your kitchen table?"

And all of these people are allowed to reproduce.
 
Yeah, well, every department has at least a couple who make the others wonder "How did he get hired?"
 
Like converting a copier into a lie detector. Put a piece of paper with "LIAR!" printed on it in copier, place suspect's hand on copier, ask question. Push button, paper ejects, suspect confesses.

:2funny: That is great...no way can I top that!

However, when inmates are released they come around and in front of me. Items are taken from prisoners but given back to them upon release. Such as wallet, shoe strings, belts, etc. Anyway this dude comes around the corner in a hurrry...had not put his belt on...and with the baggy pants...yep, I got mooned. Turns out I got the "butt" of the joke. :p

Of course stupidity can be very dangerous. Not long ago a man walks into my p.d. with a gun in his right hand. I saw this and immediately thought, well, this is it...he's going to blow my head off. Then my eyes darted to his left hand...and in this hand was the clip.

He walked up to me and handed it over. People bring in ammo to be desposed of all the time. I told him that he may want to think twice about pulling that stunt again. Concrete does not taste good. He was fortunate, that one of my "boys" had not walked by.

Sometimes, people just don't think.
 

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