Monday, September 7, 2015

Taser, Taser, Taser!

One night we got called for a drunk guy who took his infant son away from the mother, then drove home, still plastered, with the child. He wouldn't answer his door, and we legitimately feared for the infant's safety, so we knocked his door down.

As we barged inside, he was standing there threatening us with a wooden post. He just kept screaming obscenities at us and waving that post around, and refusing to comply with any commands. My partner tried to go hands-on with him, but the guy managed to squirm loose. I finally stood on my tiptoes to see past my massive partner, and fired my Taser over his shoulder.

The Taser barbs hit the guy dead center. He briefly assumed the position of attention, made a long "Wooooooooooooooo" sound, then toppled over like a felled tree. I cuffed him up, and the drama was over.

We found the infant tossed into a basket full of dirty clothes in a back room. We bundled him up and returned him to his mother.

Meanwhile, the drunk idiot continued to spew obscenities at everyone present. I knew I was going to be good on the Taser shoot when my Sergeant said, "I wasn't here when it happened, but if anybody ever needed to be Tasered it was that asshole."

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I second your Sargeant.

And good shot.