#bunker bitch
Drugs are bad, mkay?
One of my dispatchers calls me. Says he has a weird one. I’m like okay, hit me.
“This guy wants a police officer to come out and stand by to keep him safe while he meets his drug dealer to explain that he has no money and can’t pay.”
Me:
Employee:
Me: Did you say he wants the police to stand with him while he waits for his dealer?
Employee: …..Yes. He’s not even there yet. He arranged this meeting in public in front of the library. He wants the officer to go first so he won’t be alone.
Just when I think nothing can surprise me, that damn phone rings again…
If you’re curious how my day is going, I’m fielding a complaint from a man who is angry about accident debris that was in the roadway two days ago.
You forgot Bang.
Me: “Communication supervisor.”
Caller: “Yeah I need to talk to that place where people go when they get arrested.”
Me: “You mean the jail?”
Called: “Yeah, something like that.”
Show me your BB shirts!
What’s your Bang flavor? Let’s discuss.