Inspired by another thread I'll stop derailing.
So many of us have . . . interesting jobs. And with those jobs come interesting stories. Some wild, some wacky, many disgusting, but all (in hindsight) hilarious.
So here's a thread to share some of those stories.
As many of you may know, I've been in public safety for a while. I've been a corrections officer, a parole officer, a cop, and now I am the field Lt. for a decent sized private security firm in Kansas City.
So World Cup is in KC. (which is why my life sucks and I hate everything right now) As a part of that, we have upped our coverage of things and we have been taking potential threats a lot more seriously. one of the things my company does is provide security and private policing services for not only the buses (ATA), but also the KC Streetcar. KCPD doesn't have the manpower (or care) enough to provide the officers needed to keep those safe so we're subcontracted to do so.
A couple of weeks ago, a 'suspicious package' was left at one of the streetcar stops. Ended up being a Pringles can someone wrapped in duct tape because why not.
Anyway, we do the responsible thing. We close off the area with KCPD. A one block perimeter along Main Street Kansas City. No pedestrians, but we let the cars keep coming through. And the construction work nearby was allowed to continue, but overall, shutting down and controlling the area because this could be a bomb and we have to take it seriously.
We were there for over an hour. Diverting people, holding the area, and really pissing off everyone trying to get somewhere in the Crossroads of KC. Finally, this unmarked blue truck rolls into the area and stops. Guy jumps out in a blue hoodie. I and my Sgt approach. "Hey, sir we have a situation going on, you can't park here, we need you to leave." He waves at us, says it's okay, he's a cop. He turns around and shows us the back of his hoodie. It says, and I quote, "KCPD Bomb Squad. If you see me running, keep up".
. . . . . okay then.
He waves and talks to the two cops on scene, so I guess he's legit. Goes over to the streetcar stop and pulls the little league dad squat, looking at the device. We hear him go, "Hmm. Yup, I can take care of this." Goes back to his unmarked, clearly personal blue truck. Pulls out a 5 gallon Lowes bucket and a pair of oversized barbeque tongs. Clicks them twice, strolls over to the potential "bomb". Tongs it into the bucket, drops all of them into the back of his truck and says, "We're good here" and drives off into the sunset.
We were there for over an hour. Waiting on Dadbod bomb squad to tong the bomb into a bloody 5 gallon bucket and ride off into the sunset.
Yeah, I love my job.
So many of us have . . . interesting jobs. And with those jobs come interesting stories. Some wild, some wacky, many disgusting, but all (in hindsight) hilarious.
So here's a thread to share some of those stories.
As many of you may know, I've been in public safety for a while. I've been a corrections officer, a parole officer, a cop, and now I am the field Lt. for a decent sized private security firm in Kansas City.
So World Cup is in KC. (which is why my life sucks and I hate everything right now) As a part of that, we have upped our coverage of things and we have been taking potential threats a lot more seriously. one of the things my company does is provide security and private policing services for not only the buses (ATA), but also the KC Streetcar. KCPD doesn't have the manpower (or care) enough to provide the officers needed to keep those safe so we're subcontracted to do so.
A couple of weeks ago, a 'suspicious package' was left at one of the streetcar stops. Ended up being a Pringles can someone wrapped in duct tape because why not.
Anyway, we do the responsible thing. We close off the area with KCPD. A one block perimeter along Main Street Kansas City. No pedestrians, but we let the cars keep coming through. And the construction work nearby was allowed to continue, but overall, shutting down and controlling the area because this could be a bomb and we have to take it seriously.
We were there for over an hour. Diverting people, holding the area, and really pissing off everyone trying to get somewhere in the Crossroads of KC. Finally, this unmarked blue truck rolls into the area and stops. Guy jumps out in a blue hoodie. I and my Sgt approach. "Hey, sir we have a situation going on, you can't park here, we need you to leave." He waves at us, says it's okay, he's a cop. He turns around and shows us the back of his hoodie. It says, and I quote, "KCPD Bomb Squad. If you see me running, keep up".
. . . . . okay then.
He waves and talks to the two cops on scene, so I guess he's legit. Goes over to the streetcar stop and pulls the little league dad squat, looking at the device. We hear him go, "Hmm. Yup, I can take care of this." Goes back to his unmarked, clearly personal blue truck. Pulls out a 5 gallon Lowes bucket and a pair of oversized barbeque tongs. Clicks them twice, strolls over to the potential "bomb". Tongs it into the bucket, drops all of them into the back of his truck and says, "We're good here" and drives off into the sunset.
We were there for over an hour. Waiting on Dadbod bomb squad to tong the bomb into a bloody 5 gallon bucket and ride off into the sunset.
Yeah, I love my job.
