The Great Cell Phone Debacle

A little birdie has informed me that you are all curious about the victor in the cell phone contest. Alas, I regret to inform the masses the contest never came to fruition. As it happens in law enforcment, nothing happens as planned. My partner was supposed to have someone cover his beat, but that volunteer was yanked onto some other project, so we couldn’t even get the contest off the ground.

I will say, however, I would have kicked his ass. Seriously. Not even close. To date, I’ve written 56 cell phone cites. Not bad. It’s actually getting easier and 9 out of 10 times, the driver just shakes their head and mumbles something about having their blue tooth in the car next to them, but they just weren’t using it. Excellent.

So, there it is…sorry to disappoint, but such is life. Onward and Upward…

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One thought on “The Great Cell Phone Debacle

  1. man, people on the phone cannot drive – they bug the fuck out of me!!! But what I hate even more is when I'm stuck in traffic and I see people reading a book!! now that's fucking talent!

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