R.U.D.E., or How We Get in Trouble - Metropolitan Alliance of Police
R.U.D.E., or How We Get in Trouble - Metropolitan Alliance of Police
R.U.D.E., or How We Get in Trouble - Metropolitan Alliance of Police
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R.U.D.E.<br />
Cont<strong>in</strong>ued from page <br />
see they can get real money out <strong>of</strong> you<br />
and your department once their broken<br />
leg heals after they get out <strong>of</strong> the hospital<br />
because some fool beh<strong>in</strong>d you rear-ended<br />
your squad with the unauth<strong>or</strong>ized person<br />
<strong>in</strong> the front seat.<br />
And what if you get a call Uh, s<strong>or</strong>ry,<br />
mister, gotta get out now. I’m s<strong>or</strong>ry it’s<br />
ra<strong>in</strong><strong>in</strong>g <strong>or</strong> 20 below zero, I have a call and<br />
you have to go—now. Always ask permission<br />
to give someone a ride. It’s safer f<strong>or</strong><br />
everyone.<br />
By the same token, if Grandma is stand<strong>in</strong>g<br />
out <strong>in</strong> the ra<strong>in</strong> next to her 10-46 (disabled<br />
car), by all means stop and help her.<br />
Don’t pass her up like a lunk and pretend<br />
you didn’t see her, even if she is k<strong>in</strong>d <strong>of</strong><br />
scary look<strong>in</strong>g. Remember, the Grandma<br />
you save could be your own.<br />
Out <strong>of</strong> Your Beat—There is another<br />
unf<strong>or</strong>tunate driv<strong>in</strong>g method that <strong>in</strong>c<strong>or</strong>p<strong>or</strong>ates<br />
the time hon<strong>or</strong>ed activity <strong>of</strong> be<strong>in</strong>g<br />
out <strong>of</strong> your beat. Cops go out <strong>of</strong> their<br />
beats f<strong>or</strong> a variety <strong>of</strong> reasons. Sometimes<br />
it’s to be close to heavy areas <strong>of</strong> activity.<br />
Sometimes it’s easier to write tickets on<br />
the ma<strong>in</strong> drag, so you sneak over there<br />
under the guise <strong>of</strong> follow<strong>in</strong>g someone<br />
driv<strong>in</strong>g surreptitiously <strong>or</strong> possibly a DUI.<br />
All <strong>of</strong> a sudden, you’ve got a traffic stop<br />
out <strong>of</strong> your beat and an excuse to be<br />
there. Sergeant is happy because you’ve<br />
got another ticket to deliver.<br />
Sometimes you’re <strong>in</strong> Beat 1, but all the<br />
restaurants only serve sushi. Hot dogs are<br />
better f<strong>or</strong> cops, but they are <strong>in</strong> Beat 2 and<br />
it’s just a block away. I can be <strong>in</strong> and out<br />
<strong>in</strong> a flash. No one will ever know.<br />
Other times your girlfriend lives <strong>in</strong> Beat<br />
3 and while you’re <strong>in</strong> Beat 5, you’re suspicious<br />
that your partner, who is <strong>of</strong>f today,<br />
just might be over there tak<strong>in</strong>g advantage<br />
<strong>of</strong> your <strong>in</strong>ability to be there with flowers<br />
and a bottle <strong>of</strong> w<strong>in</strong>e.<br />
And sometimes you just want to see what<br />
the w<strong>or</strong>ld looks like from the other side<br />
<strong>of</strong> the road.<br />
What happens here is that the moment<br />
you drive out <strong>of</strong> your beat, yeah, you<br />
guessed it, your supervis<strong>or</strong>, usually your<br />
chief, sees your s<strong>or</strong>ry ass get out <strong>of</strong> your<br />
car to buy that lousy hot dog, <strong>or</strong> sees you<br />
parked out <strong>in</strong> your girlfriend’s park<strong>in</strong>g lot<br />
and you are busted. They never actually<br />
approach you there, however, do they<br />
Nope. What you hear is: Officer Andal<strong>in</strong>a,<br />
<strong>or</strong> your call number, Podunk 950,<br />
“what’s your 20” which means <strong>in</strong> police<br />
parlance, where are you Like right now,<br />
this very second. Not where will you be <strong>in</strong><br />
five m<strong>in</strong>utes, the time it will take you to<br />
get back to your beat, but right now. It’s<br />
not like Ralphie <strong>in</strong> the Christmas St<strong>or</strong>y<br />
say<strong>in</strong>g the fudge w<strong>or</strong>d. If you say you are<br />
where you aren’t, your fate will be w<strong>or</strong>se<br />
than a bar <strong>of</strong> Iv<strong>or</strong>y. Fibb<strong>in</strong>g to the brass<br />
is go<strong>in</strong>g to cost you (unless <strong>of</strong> course, you<br />
have someth<strong>in</strong>g on the brass. That usually<br />
will garner some sympathy.)<br />
So most cops, <strong>in</strong> an eff<strong>or</strong>t to avoid actually<br />
say<strong>in</strong>g where they actually are, just<br />
step on that old cruiser pedal to get at<br />
least closer to your beat so you are actually<br />
nearest to where you’re supposed to<br />
be when you actually answer the question.<br />
So the simple act <strong>of</strong> just driv<strong>in</strong>g<br />
has now cost you time and money <strong>in</strong> the<br />
f<strong>or</strong>m <strong>of</strong> a suspension, and maybe m<strong>or</strong>e if<br />
you get <strong>in</strong>to an accident while try<strong>in</strong>g to<br />
get back to your zone. So bef<strong>or</strong>e you go<br />
out <strong>of</strong> your beat, gauge the risks.<br />
Your boss may feel sympathy f<strong>or</strong> you if<br />
you expla<strong>in</strong> you went out <strong>of</strong> your beat to<br />
go home (but only if you actually live <strong>in</strong><br />
town) to apologize to your spouse who is<br />
extremely mad at you because last night<br />
you came home very late and threw up<br />
not only on your shoes, but on hers, too.<br />
And you shot the dog th<strong>in</strong>k<strong>in</strong>g it was a<br />
raccoon that got <strong>in</strong>to the house.<br />
Every cop everywhere has had a pissed<br />
<strong>of</strong>f spouse that needed suck<strong>in</strong>g up to. So<br />
the truth here will probably get you <strong>of</strong>f<br />
the hook the first time, but don’t count<br />
on it. Better to just stay <strong>in</strong> your beat and<br />
hope your spouse answers the phone.<br />
F<strong>in</strong>ally—one m<strong>or</strong>e and the pa<strong>in</strong> will be<br />
over. The most imp<strong>or</strong>tant one, too. No<br />
driv<strong>in</strong>g Miss Daisy, people. Do not<br />
chauffeur your chief if you are a patrol<br />
type. Leave the chauffeur<strong>in</strong>g jobs to the<br />
higher-ups. That’s <strong>in</strong> their job description,<br />
not yours. Your fellow grunts will never<br />
let you live it down. You will f<strong>or</strong>ever be<br />
known as a s<strong>of</strong>t touch, <strong>or</strong> w<strong>or</strong>se. If you do<br />
it, it won’t be long bef<strong>or</strong>e you’ll be fetch<strong>in</strong>g<br />
that vanilla-crème latte f<strong>or</strong> the old<br />
man, pick<strong>in</strong>g up his laundry and his wee<br />
lads from pre-school. And, if you do get<br />
<strong>in</strong>to an accident with the chief <strong>in</strong> your<br />
ride, then you can never use the serialkill<strong>in</strong>g<br />
deer as your excuse.<br />
<strong>We</strong>ll, there you have it, a not-so sh<strong>or</strong>t list<br />
<strong>of</strong> driv<strong>in</strong>g woes to avoid, keep<strong>in</strong>g you <strong>in</strong><br />
the driver’s seat.<br />
Next time, <strong>or</strong> maybe the time after next,<br />
we’ll f<strong>in</strong>ish our R.U.D.E. exposé with the<br />
letter E.<br />
Stay safe.<br />
Page 10 The Rap Sheet W<strong>in</strong>ter 2006