My latest string of radio room overnight shifts mostly consisted of listening in on police officers who were dealing with rowdy party-goers and complaints of gunshots that ended up being false alarms.
One cop put it nicely: “They heard gunshots–the kind that turn into blue and pink streaks in the sky.”
Yep, sounds like the Victoria Day long weekend to me.
The strangest conversation I heard was as follows:
(They seemed to be dealing with a woman who was under the influence…of what, I’m not sure.)
Dispatch: Did she offer to take you to the moon?
Police: No, but she did ask if I wanted to meet the president.
Dispatch: Oh, well you should ask her to get you moon rocks if you see her again.
Police: Oh, this won’t be the last we see of her, buddy.
A cop in Milton also told me an amusing story about a lost puppy who jumped into some guy’s car after being terrified by the sounds of fireworks. He was brought to the police station, where the officer said he became her mascot for a while.
Here are some of the stories I filed this weekend: