One of the hazards of police work is dumpster diving. Sometimes you've got to go inside a foul dumpster to retrieve vital evidence. It's normally the rookie's job to go inside, and I haven't done it since the mid '80s/
Until an hour ago.
I got off work today, called the dispatcher to go 10-7, (out of service) and walked over to the van to go home. We took that van to Natchitoches this weekend, ad when I opened the sliding door, I noticed some stuff that could be thrown away, so I grabbed it and tossed it toward the dumpster. I watched in horror as my van keys sailed in a nice arc into the dumpster.
Crap, crap, crap. I went back inside, found my buddy who has ladders, and went dumpster diving. Luckily, the dumpster was used for office refuse, and my keys were easy to find.
But, it brought back some not-so-fond memories of other dumpsters I have dived in the past.
2 comments:
Good side, you 'knew' where they went; bad side, dumpster... :-)
I've swept hangar floors with an 18-inch push broom, as a First Sergeant. Just because you haven't done it in a while doesn't mean that you've forgotten how to do it, right?
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