Mike Hunt....
Yeah.
Just got past that scene in this movie and it reminded me of a time the cops I was dispatching tried that on me.
At first. Then, my guys got together with the guys in the next district and cooked up this scheme to "git me". They had a cop from the other district call me on the phone and report his son "gone".
Not missing, but gone from the house after an arguement. He gives me a description, including "brown curly hair", height, weight, clothing... the whole nine.
Last thing I asked him was the kids name.
"Mike", says "Mr. Hunt". Mike.
Y'okay. So, first I tried to get my guys to go to "Channel 2".
That's where we'd say shit the rest of the county didn't really need or have to know.
In-station shit, "call home"... crap like that. Now, unbeknowst to me at the time, these dipshits had alerted the rest of the county to pay attention to this shit, so, my guys keep telling me that "Channel 2" ain't working for some reason.
So, I have no choice but to do this "county-wide". So.
I give it to 'em.
The background, the description, the whole nine. My supervising Sgt. was in the station, but in the back.
Cos Mangiocco was his name and I loved that guy.
Best "boss" EVER. Anyway, I get it all out and get to the payoff... the kid's name. I said, "... and the juvenile's name is..." and I paused, then said "Michael Hunt." I hear a howl come from the back and radio silence while I suppose those guys fell the fuck out and then the phone starts ringing with alla the other district's dispatchers callin' me, in hysterics, telling me "Good goin', not fallin' for that one..." Meanwhile, my Sarge comes up front, tears streaming, laughing his ass off and my guys key the mics to respond and can't, laughing. I keyed up between calls and said, "I saw Porky's, you guys..." and keyed off, giggling myself. Those dopes. That was when I first realized that cops are simply large "boys" with guns. They proved it again, many times, during my time there and at the other copshops I worked at. Ya had to love 'em.
'Cause ya couldn't kick their asses.
They had guns.
Gotta remember to tell ya's what they did to my car, the "pepper spray incident", my "officer down" goof and the "compare and contrast Tim and Brian" deal while Charlie's elbow was keying the county-wide fire dispatch mic.
Buncha hoodlums.*lmao*
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