I've actually been OK with 911 operators.
Just so that Ovrszd doesn't think I'm hating on law enforcement all the time, here are some positive stories I'll relate.
Back after i had divorced my first wife, one day i get a knock on the door. Peep thru the door eyeglass... Some guy I don't know. rough looking. I retrieve my colt anaconda 44mag and have to folded in a newspaper.
Guy pushes in when I open the door. ( wow.. needed a door chain on that door.. my bad! )
Turns out he sold my ex-wife drugs and she wasn't paying and he wanted it from me. ( yes we had been long divorced and no I wasn't involved in any of the activity ). Anyway, he wouldn't leave.. so I called 911 and the operator was real nice and stayed on the phone with me while me and the drug user sat their in my living room waiting for a deputy to arrive .
In fact, a couple deputies and a detective arrived. They were all real nice. No one said anything about my revolver that I had sat on the floor when the first deputy arrived. All the nice LEO's escorted mr badguy outside and made him feel real uncomortable for quite a while. He had a rental car.. I recall them calling the car company and asking for records of how often they rented the car to the drug dealer. In the end.. The police were pretty nice.. told me I'd never see the guy again.. and they were correct. I ended up moving a couple years later ANYWAY.. but they were right.. he never came back. As a bonus.. the 911 operator even called my work for me to tell them I'd be late getting in. Made for a great story when i got to work!
Lets see.. did have one break in 30 years ago? I left for work, forgot my lunch, came back home to get it.. noticed doors open and some stuff moved in the house, retrieved a large handgun.. I remember it was a revolver.. don't know if it was my anaconda or not.. but immaterial.. anyway, peered in stepdaughters room that is normally closed, but door was open.. say a huge person trying to hide under bed! backed out of room, called cops!
Cops arrived.. 911 was still on the phone with me.. I told them front door is open.. please come on in, I'm the guy 5'4 white guy with long hair in the hallway holding a phone to my ear and a big silver revolver.
Police officer arrived, we made eye contact, he walked over, I hung up with 911 telling them officer arrived. told him what I saw asked him what to do. he said wait here. I still had my handgun aiming at the floor. he pulled out his peper spray and walked into the room sized the situation up, quietly put his peper spray up, unholstered his weapon, aimed at the bad guy and ordered him up then backed him out of the room.. we left the hallway to the living room.. he cuffed him and sat him on the couch. ( huge bad guy by the way.. looked like a football player.. ) Police officer actually told me to 'watch him' and that he was going back into the room. so the officer went back into the room and I stood there with my big revolver and the 6'7" 320# guy on the couch and what do you know.. a minute later the police officer comes back out with a 4'5" guy weighing about 95 #, and cuffed him. Said "he had been hiding in the closet... good thing you called this in and didn't enter the room"
Happy ending.. they left in the car cuffed. Only that one officer was there. we talked for a few minutes.. he mentioned I might want to get a security system if I could afford it. I agreed. he left. he was a pretty cool / nice guy.
Lets see.. another happy ending.. i may have mentioned this one before.. so I'll condense it. I was driving down the hiway, turned off to a side road.. motorcycle officer motions me to the side. speed on hiway was 55, 30 on side road. I actually pulled over to the side of the grass, 10' BEFORE the 30mph sign. I was mentally prepaired to point out that i ddidn't think the speed had changed YET. Never got that far. Officer walks over asks for license., I hand him my license and CCP. he asks if I'm armed, I respond yes, a sig p230 in the console. Everything changes then. He asks me how I like it, and mentions he was thinking of getting one. I said I loved mine, and then asked if he wanted to see it. He said sure, at which point I told him ok, im reaching for it, please don't shoot me.. pulled the gun / holster out of the console, pulled the gun out, removed the magazine, opened the action, and then handed the gun, then magazine then holster over and told the officer to check it out . he looked the gun over clipped the holster on,, manipulated the gun and magazine a bit, chambered a round, removed mag, cleared the chamber relaoded the loose round to the mag, handed it back to me and I put it right back in the console. Said he liked it and that did it, he was getting one. A that point he said, oh by the way, I;m not writing you a ticket.
He gave me a warning and I left. At that point I didn't argue the warning even though i was before the stop sign.
Last one. This one.. I may have deserved a ticket.. but I feel the officer was partially responsible. Happy ending though.. and looking at it now.. it must have looked pretty darn funny to any bystanders watching.
I was on north US 27 it was late.. probably late enough for headlamps but not dark.
I was in the right lane, checked the rear view and side view mirrors to do a change of lanes to the left lane. All was clear, there was a dark car WAY back in the left lane. I changed lanes. heck.. even signaled!
Ok.. turns out dark car was a state trooper.. no headlamps.. but again.. it was right at dusk.. and maybee he didn't need them. anyway.. turns out he was flying low and maybee doing 80-90mph.. because when i looked back and he was real far away.. a couple seconds later he was apparently REAL close, and when i changed lanes he had to do essentially a 'brown alert / stand on the brakes' panic stop that took a few thousand miles use off his brake pads I guess. Lights went on and I pulled over into a Pinch-A-Penny parking lot ( that's how long ago this was ).
Police officer stormed over and said. 'get out of the car'
I got out and he walked me about 10' away from the car. ( I had my first wife and stepdaughter in the car ).
At that point he started chewing me up one side and down the other. He was using words i wasn't even sure what they were...
That officer took his hat off and threw it on the pavement while he was chewing me out. He called me every name in the book.. questioned my heritage and gave me his opinion of my driving skills. I was pretty much in awe / shock and stood there mouth closed, arms down at my side, eyes big, and just let him work thru it. After about what was only really 2 minutes of this, he grabbed his hat told me I could go and then walked back to his car and drove off. At the time I was a bit shocked.. but now i can laugh at it.
