It never ceases to amaze me. From time to time I stand at a critical or dangerous incident and think, “what on earth are you thinking?” I started this as a young patrol officer when suspects would continue to fight with 3, 4, or 5 police officers who were subduing them. Sometimes I would say out-loud, “Dude, do you think you can actually win this…knock it off!” Of course that was generally ineffective.
Anyhow, last shift the officers who work for me had to arrest a guy for beating up his wife. Nothing too serious on the injuries, but he was going to jail for certain. Who is there to arrest him? Count with me here, folks: three armed police officers (guns drawn), one police sergeant, one police canine (sounding quite hungry) and the Philosophical Cop.
The officers order him to “Freeze” and put his hands up. His response? A highly intellectual debate on whether we have the constitutional right to be interrupting his evening.
Say for a minute we did not. Then he is staring down 5 rogue copsand a hungry German Sheperd. That almost seems like a better motivation to follow our directions!
Fortunately for this particular genius (not so much for the pooch, who didn’t get to “play”) he finally gave up. The whole thing just reminded me that police work can be summed up in a few little sound bites. The most prominent one:
“What the hell were you thinking, man?”