Three Police Cars

This morning, the house where they never keep their dogs restrained in an appropriate manner was surrounded by three cop cars.  Two cops stood on the front stoop talking.


My first thought was that the teenage boy had come back.


And then I thought about how he described that house and, shoot, even if his stories were only half true, I can imagine someone called the cops on someone else for good reason.


Still, three cars?


There wasn’t an ambulance, but maybe it’d already gone.


As do most poor people, I grew up incredibly distrustful of the police as a whole. But there’ve been a few times when I’m out walking my dog where I see them and my heart goes out to them.


One morning, there was a wrecked car in the middle of Murphy Road, just sitting there, and Mrs. Wigglebottom and I came up just as the cop was getting to the window.  When he flashed his light in there and saw that whoever had crashed the car was gone, you could see him visibly relax.


He seemed like a man with a shitty job right then.


Not some power-tripping asshole out to ruin anyone’s life, just a man with a shitty job.


I think about the guy who lives in that house, how he’s always walking his German Shepard puppy around, how he’s either working as some kind of maintenance guy or has a side job as such, based on the equipment out front of his house, though, and I wonder about him.


Is he just a man with a shitty life or some power-tripping asshole?


Any given day, Mrs. Wigglebottom and I see six to twelve men on our walks.  We see between zero and three women.


I don’t know if that matters to this discussion or not, but it sticks with me, too.

2 thoughts on “Three Police Cars

  1. I’ve worked with people who used to be policemen and the way they tell it – that’s one shitty job alright. Can you imagine Friday & Saturday night shifts? Where you are basically picking up the aggressive drunks, the strung-out-and-about-to-hurt-themselves (or others), cleaning up after road accidents, turning up after a husband beats up his wife? I’m glad I don’t have to do it.In a former life/job I used to work with a lot of new bebe police officers, brand new recruits, and to start off they were lovely young people – keen, doing it to help the community, caring about people. About a year in the job was all it took to turn them into cynical, often angry, unhappy people. I used to wonder if it was the job that made most police officers not nice folk or if it was power-hungry arseholes who were attracted to the job. I suspect it’s a bit of both but, on the whole, I think it’s the nature of the job that just sucks the joy-of-life right out of them.

  2. Having worked very closely with the CPD, I can attest to there being many power & ego hungry asholes on the force. But, having worked in and prosecuted some of the shittiest people in the most dangerous neighborhoods in Chicago, I really feel for a lot of these officers. Most people in these neighborhoods have little or no respect for the PO’s – and treat them like shit. To the point of physical contact. It is a shit job, but someone has to do it. And, thankfully, we have some great guys & girls brave enough to face the law breaking shitheads in order to keep us safe.

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