One night I pulled up to a traffic collision scene in which a vehicle had collided into a wall. The suspect vehicle was an SUV and its rear door was open. I walked up to the vehicle and saw an officer franticly rubbing his hands with an alcohol wipe. In fact, he was rubbing his hands so fast I thought the friction was going to start a fire.
He had a worried look on his face as he said, “Do you have any hand sanitizer.”
He then walked over to the suspect vehicle and showed me something that looked like a pink hammer. As I got closer, I saw it was a sex toy.
“What the heck is that?” I asked.
He said, “I was patting him down and I pulled that out of his pocket. The guy told me he used that on his girlfriend tonight.”
The officer wasn’t wearing gloves at the time and I busted up laughing. I laughed so loud someone would’ve wondered what was wrong with me. The poor officer didn’t think it was that funny though. He actually had a traumatized look on his face and I couldn’t blame him. I then took my phone out and snapped a picture of the thing.
Of course, the story was told over and over again after that. Everyone had the same look of shock and disgust when they saw the picture and heard the story.
A few days later, I was in Target when I saw this curling iron on one of the main aisles. I instantly thought of the cop when I saw it. I sent him a picture hoping he would think it was as funny as I did. Luckily he was cool about it.
This was just one of those stories that had to be told.
I guess the moral of the story here is…never forget your gloves?
Haha. Very true!