We used to have a night club out on the beach that had a real party atmosphere. All the young people and some old people who were on good medication would go to drink and dance.
In fact it is the place all the people came from during my nut jacking come along ( see my blog 'It's Called a Come-Along). One time they had a 'best butt' contest. My sister won second place (she's gonna kill me for this, but I bet she wishes she had that butt back).
I was working 'The Beach' that night and I got dispatched there for an ambulance call. It turned out to be an old guy in his 70's. He had a heart attack while getting his boogie on with an attractive woman in her 30's.
The EMT's were attending to him but he was not doing so good. He didn't have any ID in his pocket so I tried to get information on him from the woman. She didn't seem to know his last name, where he lived or if he had any family. She was however sharing a motel room with him on the North Trail. She said all his belongings were in the room and she would show me.
I drove her to the motel as they had arrived at the club in a taxi. She opened the room and I checked his stuff. I found his wallet. He was from Chicago. They'd arrived by air and took a cab to his motel. He met his 'date' when she approached him on the plane. She admitted she was a 'working' girl who was heading to Florida for a little sun n fun when she met him. Since he was picking up the tab she figured why not. ; )
About this time I was notified by dispatch that the man had not survived. I got all the information from her and took all his belongings into property for next of kin. I found his Chicago address and asked the Chicago Police Department to try to locate his family and make the notification.
The next day I was called to the front desk to meet a citizen. It turned out to be his son. He had come to collect his dad's property. He seemed like a really nice guy. When he introduced himself he showed me his badge and ID. He was a detective on the Chicago Police Department. He wanted to know what had happened.
I told him that he was on the dance floor in a night club with a young woman when he collapsed. He asked me about the woman. I tried to describe their relationship tactfully. A broad smile came over his face. He'd seen and heard it all on the job. I smiled knowingly.
He told me he was going to go home and report to his brother and sister that dad had died partying with a hooker. He said his dad had always hoped he would go out having fun and he did. He seemed pleased his dad had gone out with a grin on his face. He thanked me and invited me to visit if I ever got to Chicago. Nice Guy.
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A few weeks later I was running radar on the North Trail. I clocked a car doing 70 in a 45. I pulled him over in the parking lot of a grocery store. Immediately upon contact the driver said " I'm a Chicago cop." He flashed his Chicago Police Dept. Detective badge. I told him I still needed his driver's license.
He got snotty and as he handed it to me he said "all you red-neck cops are alike, just looking to fill your quota." I had planned to cut him loose with a warning after I checked him in the system but his attitude demanded I give him a Florida souvenir. He of all people should have known there is no such thing as a quota, we can write as many as we want.
"Really", I said. "What is a red-neck cop?"
"Southerners." "You're all podunk ass holes in a podunk town!"
Ah, I guess he didn't recognize my Seattle accent. "Be right back for your autograph, detective."
"Fuck you."
"Oh, buy the way, do you have your registration?"
"You guys are all alike, I can't believe you are gonna write a brother officer. No, I don't have it!"
"I'll be right back for two autographs."
"FUCK YOU!" - "If you ever come to Chicago I'll make sure we track you down and make you pay!"
"Oh, by the way, do you have your proof of insurance?"
"FUCK YOU- fucking redneck bitch. I don't have to show you shit. My badge should be enough!" His face was as red as a beet and I thought his head was about to explode, this was getting fun.
"Be right back, gonna need three autographs now. And before you get any madder, I noticed you weren't wearing your seat belt. Do you want to go for four, I've got plenty of ink?"
He just shook his head and looked down. His wife told him to shut up.
When I got done writing I went back to his car. He signed the three tickets, glaring at me the whole time. If he could have gotten away with it I know he would have put my eye out with the pen, stomped me and left me for dead.
"I'll never come back to Florida again!"
"Thank you for that, and drive safely."
I did go to Chicago after that. It's a great city. I didn't look up the nice detective and the nasty one never found me....................
Chi Town Cops,
some times they act like a dick, some times they don't.
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