Making faces while on patrol


All names used are real in this true story.









Making Faces at My Sergeant



Did you ever do something stupid but could not take it back? You might expect something like what you are about to read happening to a little kid, but not to a full-grown man. Especially when he is in a police uniform and on duty!

While on duty one afternoon I had parked my squad in the 500 block of Green Bay Road, and was working radar. After you have been on the job for a few years one day seems like the next in that you tend to do the same things, over and over again.

So to see a white 1962 Ford Fairlane coming up the street at 4:45 p.m. you know who it is. It's one of the Sergeants from the 8:00 a.m. to 4:00 p.m. shift going home. Sergeant Roddy was a few minutes late, but it was he and he was slowing down as he approached my squad.

I was known as a clown and a joker on the department (you will read a few times in this book about that) and I had just gotten an idea. The Sergeant pulled up along side and rolled down his passenger window. I turned to look at him as I made this twisted lip look with a snarl and crossed my eyes. Opps! Who was this stranger looking at me with a puzzled look on his face? It wasn't the Sergeant that’s for sure. As he asked a question for directions and I already had this stupid look on my face, I decided to keep the look and added a voice with it that was not my original one. After all how can you give directions with a twisted snarl and crossed eyes without sounding a little different.

"Excuse me Officer can you tell me how to get to Willow Road, please?" He asked. With a muffled grunt tone, I said to him, " Nu nust snay non Nreenbayn Noard nor nabount na nmile unnill nu snee Nillow on ner neft. Nu nan nonly ngo nun nay! (Translation; you just stay on Green Bay Road for about a mile until you see Willow Road on your left, you can only go one way).

"O.K. thanks officer, I got it." He answered. Then as he drives away I see him through his back window shaking his head and talking to himself, as if saying, what a poor soul to have a job as a police officer and to be out in public view like he is every day.

Note; The above story was not told to make fun of anyone that may have a problem in their speech or their looks, only to tell what happened to me on that day.