I've been around police officers my entire life; when I grew up we had an officer for a neighbor. He was always in the back playing fetch with his dog, then he had kids and they'd all be out in the back yard every day. His kids and I would toss a ball back and forth between each other and our dogs.
Before I moved out of my folks' house there I'd started on with the local paper as a manager so I was out really early checking on my carriers. I'd always go to the local doughnut shop (yes that rumor can indeed be true heh) But I'd go in there for a few hours every morning and chat with the officers; pretty quiet city so they pretty much just had highway patrol at rush hour. Amazing stories.
After I got my own place we also had an officer next door, his dog and our puppy were just the best of friends; we actually had to pull the fence down between our back yards so they would stop running around it and into the street. Odieion, that was their pup, would come on the back porch and bark like "Can Yukon come out?" all the time, always gave me a laugh.
I suppose they were there for about six years or so before they moved out and then a trooper moved in heh I actually don't see him very much, believe he's working bush cities - usually 3weeks on 2 weeks off. They put up a fence, but I can't blame them they've got an adorable little girl who runs all over and the moose were mighty fond of the garden they put in heh
Anyway, had a contract with the local police department at work so the officers were in there every day and we'd chat. There were a few that were stern, and the counter folks (teens) weren't particular on the one's who'd given them a ticket, but most of them were great fun to talk to. They have the most amazing stories too. I'll share my favorite:
He gets called for a domestic disturbance, gets there and sees a 90# woman who has coated herself in toothpaste. Yes toothpaste. She's in the process of demolishing her car with a baseball bat and the neighbors are watching and telling the officer she'd been out there for hours screaming at her car while she beat it. So he goes and tries to talk to her like the neighbor's had been, and she just keeps smashing away and yelling at him about squirrels. Yeah... Anyway, finally gets to the point where he's going to have to move in as she's clearly having a bad trip or something. He managed to get the bat out of her hand, but he couldn't keep ahold of her cause the toothpaste had become slimy from her sweating or whatever. So here's this big guy (5'10" 200#) unable to get this 90# woman under control to get cuffs on her. He said the neighbors were rooting him on at first then started booing him, then another officer shows up (they usually check up on each other if ones not heard from after getting to a call scene) and joins in on booing him before coming in to help get the woman in cuffs.
As a note, this story finally answered my question as to why another officer always called him "pasty boy"
