I had a friend who was a cop for a major city. I did three or four ride-alongs with him. Had to wear this corny reflective vest that said “Volunteer Observer.” Whatever. He drove like a maniac when he hit the lights. On one ride-along, there was a shots fired call from a bar, and I thought he was going to kill us both getting there. It’s a busy city, and I’m no pansy in the car - but I thought any second now we’re going to be in a wreck. All for naught. Like 10 units responded, and no one at the bar knew anything, so after much milling around and navel-gazing, they all left without incident.
He also made a mistake running someone’s license plate. The wrong number that he ran came back stolen, so he felony stopped the car. Driver about shitt a brick. Even once the error was clarified, the citizen was still a wreck. Guess he never had an M-4 pointed at him before. Guy said he was an accountant (was driving a nice Mercedes), and probably went home shaking. Dumb mistake on my friend’s part.
I’d never be a cop. Several ride-alongs were enough. The stupid, mind-numbingly human equivalents of above-ground pools he dealt with were enough to dissuade me. Junkies, violent drunks, prank 911 hangup calls, false store alarms, and just the general scummy people he was around for 10 hours convinced me to not bother. He pointed out (and I began to notice), that ALL the calls were in the same 4X3 mile road area. The rest of the city? Not a peep.