Training day

"This scenario is based on the most dangerous call an officer normally gets; the domestic disturbance call." The instructor had plans for us today.

I leaned over to my table buddy, an officer with 30 years of service. "You want to do this early, and get it out of the way?"

"I don't want to do this sh*t at all. Come on."

We wandered aimlessly around the building and found a shady spot under a tree. Then scouted about and found a couple of folding chairs. We propped up and started talking about the old days. After a half hour, two more veteran officers came out dragging lawn chairs and sat down. "Y'all finished?"

"Yeah, we're done." I replied.

"That's what I thought," he said. "Us too."

Below us, down the hill, a group of corrections cadets were practicing unarmed self-defense. Three of them were real lookers. One each brunette, redhead, and blonde. We continued to watch them all day. Instructors came out and chatted between classes and junior officers passed by on their way to various training scenarios, paying respects or asking questions. The inevitable "Y'all done?" was repeated a dozen times before lunch. Our captain came by with the same question, and got the same reply. "Yeah, we got through early."

It appears that they are trying to take three days worth of training and condense it into five days. Obviously, no one had a roster or really, much of a plan about the training today. The veteran officers had our own plan and it worked just fine. We sat under a tree, told lies and bullshitted all day long.

At about 3:00, a young officer came out and told us we were released. We put our chairs away and went home.