After several years in patrol, it seemed that at least once a week, I would get a radio call from a person that had some sort of bizarre living arrangement with his ex-wife and her parolee boyfriend or some ridiculous roommate situation involving a circus juggler and a miniature pony. Things that they just don't train you for in the academy.
It got to the point where I had memorized a short speech in which I slowly explained to the confused citizen that the police officer's job was basically finding someone to arrest, arresting them, and then taking them to jail. The police officer did not give guidance or marriage counseling, make children love and respect their parents, scare the neighbors, take the local crazy lady away, or do rent collections.









