Frank_N_Stein
Grandmaster
My brother in law is a sheriff, I can't believe some of the stories he tells me. I don't think I would want that job for anything.
It can be a fun, rewarding job. Dealing with people makes it suck.
My brother in law is a sheriff, I can't believe some of the stories he tells me. I don't think I would want that job for anything.
It can be a fun, rewarding job. Dealing with people makes it suck.
It can be a fun, rewarding job. Dealing with people makes it suck.
It can be a fun, rewarding job. Dealing with people makes it suck.
It can be a fun, rewarding job. Dealing with people makes it suck.
Dealing with people makes it suck.
I don’t think anything about being a cop is easy. My nephew is a sheriff and so our long time family friend, you couldn’t pay me enough to deal with that ****.
...Now Miguel Jr wants to be an engineer.
You're the Comcast Customer Service rep - but for the government!It can be a fun, rewarding job. Dealing with people makes it suck.
It can be a fun, rewarding job. Dealing with people makes it suck.
So where does the fun, rewarding part happen? Not trying to be a smartie, just figured that was the job, dealing with people.
I've never thought it was easy being a cop.
Long before I was born, my grandfather was a First Deputy Sheriff who was shot while he and another less experienced Deputy were making an arrest.
He died of the wound several weeks later.
Tell him no. Everybody hates them too.
Well, at least all the people who have to [STRIKE]build[/STRIKE] fix their creations.
I saw a kayak on Craigslist last week that was in Batavia, Ill (patience, I'm not changing the topic, honest). So on my way home to Indiana from Minnesota, I stopped in Batavia to check it out.
The seller made a point that all of our business had to be conducted before dark. No problem I thought, just common sense dealing with strangers.
After we talked for a few minutes both of us relaxed, I think we both had a sense that we were dealing with OK people. I made a comment that I thought his caution was good common sense. Then he pulled up his T-shirt and showed me his compact 9 tucked away in a IWB holster. He said that was his training from his police officer days. I smiled back and, pulled up my T-shirt and showed him my empty holster, I told him I follow the rules, even in Illinois. He chuckled a bit and said, you're welcome to carry on my property, just keep it in the holster. I ended up buying the kayak from the guy, but when I went to plug the wiring harness in it was too short to reach the receptacle on my pickup. Had to do a real quick splice job with only a few minutes to spare of daylight.
We went inside his house and had a beer while he signed over the title for the trailer. On the kitchen wall he had several pictures of himself that were taken on duty. One in his squad car. One in a dress uniform with a white shirt. The white shirt had 3 stripes pointing up and 2 pointing down (or maybe I got that backwards), so I assume he was a sergeant, but I don't know what the stripes mean, perhaps a class within the ranking?
So I get home, and my wife throws a fit. About the worst fit in our 9 years of marriage. Didn't take me long to figure out that this was an argument that simply was not worth having. So I called Officer Brian and asked him if he would be willing to take it back. I told him I would cover any cost for a duplicate title, and I would bring the trailer back with the wiring harness in better shape than before I made the splices.
Stopped back over at his house the next day around 6pm. This time I didn't leave my Kimber in the vehicle since he had given me permission to carry on his property the day before. We had a couple more beers, plus he treated me to a thick t-bone steak he made on his grill, I had dinner with him and his wife, his son, and his granddaughter. I brought a bottle of Italian wine, some olives, and some olive bruschetta (an Italian olive spread). Super nice guy. I didn't get back to Minnesota until about 3am the next morning because we hung out eating steak and drinking wine until late, it was after 9:30 when I got on the road. We're actually planning on getting together again with the wives.
Seems like the older you get, the less often you make new friends. But I have to say, that was a rare experience. Good to make new friends.
Nice story, but, honestly, when it started with a kayak, I expected a bear to be in it. You need to revise it to include a bear chase. You could throw in how you were unarmed due to Illinois law. This has the beginnings of a great story.