It was the late afternoon when I pulled up to a two-car crash at a busy intersection where a fire truck was blocking the street and causing a huge traffic jam.
One of the drivers was being treated by fire personnel while he sat in his car. Both of his hands were bloody and I cringed at the thought of him handing his driver’s license to me.
After about ten minutes, the driver declined medical treatment and I interviewed him, along with the other driver about the crash. While I did that, another officer helped by writing the driver’s information on the collision report form.
A little while later, the motor cop held up the report form and said, “I have to redo it.”
I looked over at him as I wondered what he meant. That’s when I saw him holding a blood-stained report form in his hand as it blew in the afternoon breeze.
The cop told me bloody hands was standing next to him while he wrote down his information. That’s when bloody hands decided it was a good idea to point at something on the report form.
In horror, the cop tried to move his clipboard out of the way, but it was too late as the worlds largest drop of blood flew through the air and hit its bullseye.
Well, that was a first. I’ve had coffee, water and food spilled on my report forms before, but never blood. What’s next? Vomit?
Keep your hands to yourself. I don’t know where they’ve been…..