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People and Pigstyes
The other day I got called to a domestic dispute. I was barely out of the parking lot when I got the call.
Earlier that day, the day shift guys went to the same place and arrested a very drunk and unhappy man in his late 40's. He eventually got out and headed home.
This time, it was him that called 911, not his perky little wife who called earlier.
He had called because his wife was throwing a fit about him being there and he didnt want to get arrested again. He agreed to go spend the night with his sister, but she wouldnt let him back in the house to get a change of clothes. After lots of discussion and "counseling" by me and another officer, she agreed to let him in. For officer safety purposes, I followed him in to get his clothes.
What I saw put me in a state of shock.
It was the biggest pigstye I have ever witnessed. My DOG has better living conditions than those two had. To get his clothes, he simply went to the kitchen table and pulled some out of a stack that was literally ceiling high. Now I can understand someone dumping their cloths with the intent of folding them, but it was evident that thse clothes had been there awhile. They had little isles weaving in and out of all of the trash that they had in the place. In the living room was a trashcan full of peanut hulls that had been spilled on the living room floor. They had several cases of empty beer cans chunked behind the couch. It looked like they drank the beer and threw the cans over their shoulders to be picked up later. Most of the windows were broken from a previous fit that she had, so says he. The carpet was atrocious. Ive changed out carpet a hundred times better than that. The place stunk like stale beer and body odor. This place was out in the country and they had no visible neighbors, so they were pretty much alone.
The whole time I thought of how the community would be better served by chunking a match in the place. I fail to see how someone would choose to live like that. The guy was a federal worker for the Forest Dept, he had a good job, better than a lot of people. In fact, the longer I stayed in there the more it discusted me. It made me want to go home and jump my kids for having messy rooms.
Does anyone here run into people that live like pigs ocassionaly ? It still ticks me off when I think about it.
[ 12-19-2002, 08:07 PM: Message edited by: Watchman ]
Earlier that day, the day shift guys went to the same place and arrested a very drunk and unhappy man in his late 40's. He eventually got out and headed home.
This time, it was him that called 911, not his perky little wife who called earlier.
He had called because his wife was throwing a fit about him being there and he didnt want to get arrested again. He agreed to go spend the night with his sister, but she wouldnt let him back in the house to get a change of clothes. After lots of discussion and "counseling" by me and another officer, she agreed to let him in. For officer safety purposes, I followed him in to get his clothes.
What I saw put me in a state of shock.
It was the biggest pigstye I have ever witnessed. My DOG has better living conditions than those two had. To get his clothes, he simply went to the kitchen table and pulled some out of a stack that was literally ceiling high. Now I can understand someone dumping their cloths with the intent of folding them, but it was evident that thse clothes had been there awhile. They had little isles weaving in and out of all of the trash that they had in the place. In the living room was a trashcan full of peanut hulls that had been spilled on the living room floor. They had several cases of empty beer cans chunked behind the couch. It looked like they drank the beer and threw the cans over their shoulders to be picked up later. Most of the windows were broken from a previous fit that she had, so says he. The carpet was atrocious. Ive changed out carpet a hundred times better than that. The place stunk like stale beer and body odor. This place was out in the country and they had no visible neighbors, so they were pretty much alone.
The whole time I thought of how the community would be better served by chunking a match in the place. I fail to see how someone would choose to live like that. The guy was a federal worker for the Forest Dept, he had a good job, better than a lot of people. In fact, the longer I stayed in there the more it discusted me. It made me want to go home and jump my kids for having messy rooms.
Does anyone here run into people that live like pigs ocassionaly ? It still ticks me off when I think about it.
[ 12-19-2002, 08:07 PM: Message edited by: Watchman ]
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