Ooo... That Was Frustrating

Not a bad night for most of it. I felt a bit better and didn't do a whole lot of actual work.

We were short people so we had to work the house down one officer. That meant I had to count two wings instead of just one and I had Meatball roving up and down the stairs all night long.

It was good for him. He needs the exercise, anyway. He'll be chasing a baby around soon and he needs the practice.

Anyway things were going well until I heard that dang radio call.

"10-5 in the Hive! 10-5 in the Hive!"
In case you are new here or have forgotten, 10-5 means "I need immediate assistance!"

Snap! I ran down the steps and out the front door and got about forty feet down the walk before I realized that there was no way I could get there from where I was.

Not only was I just about as far away from there as you can get and still be inside the wire, there was also at least two layers of fence and locked gates between here and there.

Snap! Snappity snappity snap!

And to make matters worse it was Sgt Miz P, my old stomping partner, making the distress call.

She got herself put down in the Hive when LB got himself pulled out. And she needed help and I couldn't get there.

I almost burst into flames from the frustration.

Called Lt Sienna after it calmed down again and he said there were twelve people involved in the use of force. I never did get any details, other than it was one of our wobbleheads and there was blood involved.

I'm secretly glad I wasn't there. They are going to be there until way late tonight doing paperwork for all of those people.

Man.... Been there and done that.

Anyway, I don't envy them the paperwork and I sure hope nobody got hurt.

That being said...
Monday is going to be National Memo Day and National Waitresses/Waiters Day as well as Rapture Party Day, Victoria Day and National Strawberries and Cream Day.

That must be why we picked them yesterday, huh?
Donna, I hope you saved some extras!