As is usually the case, I worked Thanksgiving this year. Most of my coworkers brought in vittles – turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, etc. – and we hoped to relax and watch football all night. Thanksgiving, along with Christmas, are the two slowest days of the year.
So guess what happened Thursday night?
I walked into the building, and two arrests were waiting for us. One was a retail theft – serves the store right for opening on Thanksgiving Day – and one was a domestic assault – because who doesn’t want to stab the relative who took the last turkey leg? A half hour later, a cop brings in a job where an off-duty officer saw a man leave a gun inside a car. The cops held the car for a search warrant, which, despite what you see on TV, is a tedious and time-consuming process. Six hours later, the warrant was served, and surprise, there was no gun!
An hour after that, two more domestic arrests came in. In the second one, the victim claimed her husband grabbed her by the wrist, so she called the police. There were no injuries, no bruises, but the officer figured he would lock up the husband anyway, because Thanksgiving.
An hour after that, we received a call for a shooting. The last two available detectives went to the scene, where the witnesses claimed they told the victim to secure his gun, because it was unsafe to leave it unattended. The victim argued it was safe, and to prove it, he picked up the gun, placed it to his head… and pulled the trigger. He was pronounced dead at the scene.
For the rest of the evening I sat at the front desk, and answered the never-ending ringing of the phones. Oh, and my “dinner” consisted of some chips and a few cheese curls. We were too busy for a proper dinner. Happy Thanksgiving indeed.