I’ve been steadfast and firm in my conviction. For years I’ve maintained, in the face of unrelenting public opinion to the contrary, that the full Moon has no effect on “the crazy”.
People claim that emergency room nurses and police officers all swear by the “full Moon” lore, that insists everything goes nuts on a full Moon.
Well, last night I disproved it. Or, I should say, my dispatch center’s traffic levels disproved it.
Last night, at 6:45 pm Pacific Time, the Moon was full. It was a calm, peaceful night. No shootings, no stabbings (well, no stabbings by one person on another. There was one troubled kid who tried to stab himself, but for this discussion, he doesn’t count. He’s just a troubled kid, not a lunatic.) A few fights, a couple of loud music calls, a couple of badge bunnies, and a computer at one of the facilities that decided to let all the magic smoke out of it’s innards, setting off smoke alarms and scaring the DSOs. A really easy shift, all things considered.
Now, the night BEFORE the full Moon, that was just crazy town!