I walked up to the backlot doors of the police department the other day at 4:45AM after a late call. I had my computer and clipboard in one hand and a drink in the other. I also had a shot gun slug over my left shoulder that was slipping as I tilted my body to the side of keep it up.
My building pass was in my left breast pocket and I leaned against the wall so the sensor could beep and unlock the door. The sensor beeped and I pulled on the door handle with my finger tips, but it didn’t open.
I leaned against the wall again and the beep sounded a second time. The door was still locked though. I tried this a few more times, wondering if the dispatchers were watching me on their camera.
In defeat, I finally pushed the call button and asked if they could open the door. After they answered, I turned toward the door and pulled on the handle, but it was still locked. I kept pulling and pulling, but the door just wasn’t going to open.
Now, I knew they were watching me and laughing. That’s when the radio came alive as the dispatcher said, “729.”
I slowly turned toward the camera wondering what was coming next. I keyed the mic and replied, “729.”
“729, are you Code 4?”
I smiled and shrugged my shoulders at the camera as I replied, “I’m code 4,”
I eventually got in and laughed all the way down the hall at my door experience. Now that was funny.