The following conversation took place a few days ago:
Conversation with me and Officer Dimwit
Me: What do you have?
OD: *deer in the headlights look*
M: *slowly* What. Do. You. Have?
OD: (clutching citation & duffle bag) Um, a bag?
M: (resisting urge to slap him) Is it evidence or personal property?
OD: Ummmmm
M: You have to pick one.
OD: *hesitantly* Well, they wouldn’t take it at the jail…
M: So, it’s personal property then?
OD: Ummm, no it’s for safekeeping.
M: *barely resisting the urge to facepalm in front of him* Yes, that’s what personal property means.
OD: *blank look*
M: Does it contain any food, money, or medication?
OD: *blank look*
M: *repeats question*
OD: Ummm, no there’s no food or money.
M: What about medication?
OD: *Another blank look*
M: *wearily* Dude, work with me. Is there any medication in the bag?
OD: *suddenly brightly* Oh, you mean drugs?!?
M: *weeping silently inside my head* Yes. Got any?!?
OD: Um, gee, I don’t think so…
We repeated this process when I asked about electronics like cell phones or e-readers. It took 20 minutes just to get that much out of him. Then I had to all but beg for the citation. He had a death grip on the bag and the paperwork and it was like he wasn’t actually going to give me either of them.
Where are they getting these people?!?
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