Saturday was exciting on patrol with the sheriff's dept. Even tho the deputy I rode w/ didn't write one ticket or make one arrest and the only call he was sent to on his own was for a barking dog (imagine calling a police officer away from his duties 'cause you can't talk to you neighbor about their dog). The other deputy on duty got all the action and we got to assist.
The first drunk of the night turned out to be a friend of the deputies. He mentioned that it gets tough hanging out with non-cops 'cause you end up arresting your friends or your friend's relative. I asked him what he thought about the new .08 intoxication law in Michigan and proceeded to tell him a story about one of my friends who got arrest for DUI after blowing a .09 when he clearly wasn't intoxicated at the time (tho he prolly was when driving earlier). Then I elaborated how my friend ended up paying close to $5,000 in fines and court costs b/c of the ordeal and he learned his lesson after that. Can anyone predict the irony coming? Yes, that very same friend who learned his lesson the first time was arrested again that night. This time blowing at .19 and I found a half empty bottle of beer in his truck.
The one time I thought we'd caught our own drunk driver was a little after 3 AM. We were in central dispatch and the deputy was showing me all the important (and often undervalued) work they do there when he saw a driver w/ no headlights go passed the building. When we caught up to the car it was weaving all over the road. He even drove up onto the sidewalk when we lit him up. Turns out he hadn't had a sip of alcohol, but he was on sleeping pills and anti-depressants 'cause his wife of 50+ years had died 2 months earlier. He didn't get a ticket or anything, but the man did NOT want to leave his car there and be taken home. The deputy talked with him for 10 minutes trying to get him out of the car to take him home, but the man insisted he was fine to drive. When we finally got him home, he acted like he was best friends with the deputy and nothing had happened. I think there was more affecting him than just the pills. So just to make sure he has all his faculties when driving, the man will have to take a driving test with the SOS (that's like the DMV for all you fudgies).
So it was an interesting night. It makes me wish there were more transportation options available for inebriated people in that small town.
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