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!
I can’t believe I said that to the 9-1-1 caller. It was unintentional, totally inappropriate, and had everyone in the room in fits of giggles.
The Facebook messages have already started. As Oklahoma digs out of the destruction caused by tornados, well-minded people have started reminding each other to “pray for Oklahoma”. I can’t think of anything more useless. Praying obviously had no effect on the path or strength of the tornados, and if they did, I’d still have a serious problem with the deity in charge of such things. A much more useful idea, and one guaranteed to help, would be to donate to recognized charities responding to the area. Cash donations are what serves those agencies best, allowing them to respond in the most efficient manner possible.
I’ve never understood the attraction for an older man that some young gay men have. That may be because I’ve never felt attracted to men older than myself, but there are many young gay men that do go after men twice their age, or even older. They’re looking for “daddies”, and they can be quite determined about it. (“Daddie” here refers to an age bracket and/or an age difference between the men, not any kind of incestuous relationship) From time to time, I’ll receive messages through various media from younger men who want to chat. Usually they are short conversations, as many of these gay bois are looking for a “sugar daddy”, and I neither desire nor can I afford to be anyone’s ATM card. (maybe if I had won that $600 million Powerball draw last night….
JimmieJoe / KC6YRU 
2:30 am, in the drive-thru
September 7, 2013
Jim Reeves commentary, Humor, Personal audi, dodge, drive thru, Ford, late night stories, munchy run 2 Comments
Yeah, that’s probably not something I want to respond to at 2:30 in the morning in the drive-thru lane. I’m figuring the guy yelling it is somewhere on the high side of a blow into a breathalyzer, and it’s better I just pretend I don’t hear him.
“Hey! You! In front of me! Don’t act like you can’t hear me!”
Oh, joy, this is not looking like a good time to be stuck between the car in front of me, and the one behind me with the guy who’s probably feeling no pain.
I’m really not sure what to expect, as I was in my pickup, not my car. My car has a couple of LGBT related stickers on it, but the truck does not, so I knew i most likely wasn’t about to be gay-bashed, but I really was wondering… maybe it was the Obama magnet on the bed-mounted tool box? Maybe it was someone who recognized me from a blog posting? Why is this guy yelling at me in the drive thru?
I really didn’t expect what happened next.
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