Here's a great yarn from Dave Johnson. Dave's retired from the CCSO where he put in over 30 years. He retired a Captain.
Late one midnight shift, Paul Canady and I were out on SR 92 near Goodland, parked on the roadside window to window shooting the breeze. I spy this little light, way down that long straight road. It's on for a minute or two, then off. On for a minute or two, then off, and so on. Pretty soon, along with the light, we can hear this whine coming from a motor. Every time the light would go off, the whine would stop.
Finally it dawned on us what it was. It was a drunk on a motor scooter. He was coming back from boozing it at Royal Palm Hammock, trying to get to Goodland before he turned into a pumpkin. He could hold it pretty good until he got up to 15 mph or so, then everything would go to hell and he would wreck. He had piled that scooter up at least 10 times before we finally got him corralled and saved him from a death of terminal road rash.
He was scraped up something awful, but was so full of "Who Hit John",--liquid stupid--he was under full anesthesia. We laughed so hard, I almost wet my trousers. But, we felt so sorry for him that there was no way we were going to charge him with anything--just took him to the ER and let them patch him up. I seem to remember him sobering up quite a bit once they started in all that raw skin with the scrubbies full of iodine......
Editor's note: Cops used to be allowed to exercise a little humanity, as was done in this case. Lawyers have killed that. Now, if the drunk you've taken home, stumbles and falls in the toilet you get sued. Cause you should have taken him to jail.
Consequently, if you get sloshed and stopped today you're going to the Graybar Hotel, no matter how pitiful your case. If the cop doesn't do it, he'll be in trouble.
And, we're still producing more lawyers than all the other countries in the world combined. And they have to do something. Hence, personal injury attorneys.
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