So Sunday was really a blast.
Get this, some jackass citizen found a package left on his front step. The package had writing on the top of the box which read, “Grenade.” Considering the people in my division, I assume the person who delivered the package misspelled the word. Badly.
Anyway, the idiot who received the package did not call 911. Instead, he decided to pick up the package – which we were told contained a pipe bomb – placed it into his car, and he drove to… wait for it… the police station! The citizen walked into our building – which, again, we were told contained a pipe bomb – and stood in line with it while waiting to see a police officer.
You. Can. Not. Make. This. Up.
There were at least five other citizens in the lobby, not to mention the officers in the Operations Room.
Eventually, a straight-thinking officer realized what was going on, escorted the man out of the building, placed the pipe bomb on the sidewalk, and had patrol officers clear the block. The Bomb Disposal Unit was notified, as were we, but in true department fashion, the building was not evacuated.
In the department’s defense, the solid concrete and layers of asbestos likely would have protected us.
The BDU cleared the scene, and apparently there was a smoke grenade in the box, not a pipe bomb. Just another day in the big city.
Ladies and gentlemen, on a personal note, if you receive a suspicious package – especially one which has “Grenade” written on it – leave the package where it was, evacuate your residence, and call 911 from at least a block or so away. Do not put it in your car. Do not take it to a police station. Thank you.
1,291 days.
The O.K. Corral 
It is a miracle the guy is still alive when faced with these types of issues and he says to himself, “let’s pick it up, put it in the car and drive to the police station”. I wonder if he even comprehends how fortunate he was it was just a smoke grenade. And still they walk among us…….
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Ronni – Common sense is not common in this city, but we already knew that.
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I’m still convinced if we remove all the warning labels from everything and abolish liability lawsuits it will solve a lot of problems and improve the gene pool.
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Mushdogs – Paging Minnesota, Washington, and Oregon!
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I live in the Democratic People’s Republic of Washington.
It’s as good a place to start as any.
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Same with Southeast Pennsylvania. Especially a certain blue garbage city.
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And the west coast between LA & the San Francisco Bay Area
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Kyle is a Ducks fan for some reason, so he’d need Anaheim to survive.
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Our neighborhood was a little rougher than yours. We’d call that a “tie tack”.
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Mike AKA Proof – But does it spin when you press a button?
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Sadly I can top that (sort of) when in High School a girl I knew gave me a Christmas Present, while walking home with a friend I was tossing it up and down in my hand. My friend asks what she gave me. As a joke I laughed and said from the size, feel and weight it must be a hand grenade. He said sure right with a laugh, so I reached up to the top of the wrapping and ripped the paper off.
Well I was right there in all its glory was a pineapple style hand grenade that I noticed was short the pin holding the spoon. I looked around my “friend” was at least a quarter-mile away now so I yelled for him to get his ass up here and look for the pin while I disarmed the thing. So keeping the spoon tight I unscrewed the top from the body and discovered it was a dummy/test grenade. My friend just looked at me as I did this and asked how did I know how to do that?
I looked at him and said you missed that day at orientation, didn’t you. After that, I as a joke called my High School the school for urban warfare and combat.
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Ho. Lee. Crap! No thank you.
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