I've been remiss in the War Story department, so I apologize ~ and without further ado, this week's installment:
During my early years on patrol, I responded to a call of a stolen bike. When I rang the doorbell, a gentleman answered the door. He took one look at me and walked away. His wife came running. "You'll have to excuse my husband. He always wanted to be a cop, but he has a bad back. He feels that a disabled man would still make a better cop than an able-bodied female."
I still took the report.
If you have a police-related "war story" you'd like to share, feel free to enter in the comments below, or write a blog post and let me know so I can link to your post.