My House Becomes Police Headquarters
Tuesday, October 26, 2010 at 8:43AM I felt like I turned 80 years old night before last.
Out of the blue it hit me that police scanners these days are streamed live online.
So, being the voyeuristic freak that I am, I decided to tune into my local area police feed.
Every five minutes I’d be lucky if I got a “we’ve got a report of a young male peeing on a bush” kind of call.
So, I decided to go for pay-dirt and listen to the City of Chicago Police Department scanner. MONEY!!!
The wife was interested for 4.3 seconds and then said, “so, can we watch Biggest Loser now?”
And I’m all, “but they just said 15-year-old kids were attacking dogs and the elderly as they walked by. Let’s see what happens!!”
Wife: “You seriously scare me.”
So of course, I can’t help but wonder….what if the daughter were dispatch and the son were the local police around my house? How would it all go down?
Dispatch: “We’ve got a 6-foot, 3-inch tall bearded bastard with a gap tooth walking around the house kicking inanimate objects and randomly breaking into the robot dance.”
Police: “10-4 dispatch, we’ve got a visual on said suspect and he’s also twitching violently and carrying what seems to be a shit beer…a Miller Lite.”
Dispatch: “Approach said suspect easy and treat as semi hostile. Be advised if approached too cautiously he will assume you’re a wounded animal and start to hump your leg vigorously. Although Chief says if he does hump your leg just let it go…he’ll only last 1.3 seconds.”
Police: “10-4 dispatch, he’s already engaged, completed and asleep snoring loudly.”
Dispatch: “We’ve now got reports that said suspect is snoring too loudly and waking neighbors.”
Police: “10-4 Dispatch, we’re applying the breathing strips now and handing the suspect his favorite Mr. Monk-A-Monk stuff animal.”
Later That Night
Dispatch: “We got a call of a 9241 in progress. Apparently there’s a motherly figure in the kitchen preparing pork chops for our dinner.”
Police: “That’s a 10-4 dispatch. I’ve been watching the 9241 in progress for the past 10 minutes and have strategically placed small garbage bags under our places at the dinner table so we can spit the food out when the suspects aren’t looking.”
Even Further Later That Night
Dispatch: “We just got a call that a large box-fan has been placed in the hallway to create a high volume of white noise. Therefore it’s believed two consenting adults are about to make whoopee. Please proceed to cock-block them.”
Police: “That’s a big 10-4 dispatch. I’m currently changing into my undercover jammies and about to implement the 3-prong cock-blocking approach:
1) “Place the dog in their room making them have to disengage to put him back in his crate, hopefully having to take him outside for a potty-break first.
2) “Loudly walk to the bathroom forcing them to stop for a little bit, then bang on their door to ask if mommy’s OK motivating them to have almost motionless sex.
3) “Bang on the door to announce my stomach hurts and that I want my temperature checked causing mommy to give daddy the “just go finish yourself off in the bathroom” look.”
Dispatch: “Well done officer. Well done.”
Miller Lite, beard, cockblock, dispatch, make whoopee, police scanner, pork chops 
