I've always been a reader. From as early as I can remember I have enjoyed reading. Most of the time at home here I have at least two books going at any given time.
And I usually have one or two of them in the truck just in case I get stuck waiting somewhere.
Or in tonights case, out in the sally port again. When the Lt told me I was going to be in the sally port/ p-car, I dashed back out to the truck and grabbed the book in the back seat. Didn't even really look at what it was, just stuck it in my pocket and scampered back.
Turns out it was just a little apropos for the setting. It was "Jailbird" by Kurt Vonnegut.
On that job post you spend two hours in the p-car, then two hours in the sally port. Then two hours in the p-car and two in the sally port. And except for the few minutes when you are switching out with the other officer, you are completely by yourself.
You almost yearn for something to happen to break the monotony.
I read that entire book tonight.
During the four hours I was driving, I checked one zone. In the four hours in the sally port, I let two drivers through one way.
In short, nothing happened.
Now I have to find another book to put in the truck for the next time. Nothing against Kurt, but I think I'll go for something a little more exciting this time.
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