Encounter with the LPD

Let me introduce you to Gracie, my car.

Monday night there was a knock at my door and two people came to tell me that someone had just hit into my car in the parking lot and drove away. I was in shock for a little bit, I wasn't too worried. So we walked out to Gracie and inspected the damage.

The girl that came to get me actually saw it happen and tried to chase the car down. She explained everything and then I called the police and reported it. Later a policeman came and took pictures, talked to me, asked for license, registration, and insurance. It was raining and so he invited me to sit in the passenger seat his car while he wrote up the report. I wasn't going to turn down a chance to sit in a police car so I accepted.

Inside there was a laptop, a printer in the back seat, a real radar gun, a million special buttons (I should have looked to see if there was a "grenade launcher" button, or a "super-sonic speed" button), but the best thing: a machine gun. It was attached to the ceiling above my head, ready at a moment's notice. Question: this is sleepy little LOGAN, what's the machine gun for? That is definitely something to ponder. I think they are waiting to find a serial killer hiding out, or perhaps a suicidal student on rampage, or maybe a mob of zombies waiting to attack...

He left me with a police report, a phone number, and a promise that he will "work on it." I haven't heard much in the past week, and I've tried to call a couple times, but oh well. Gracie will probably just look junky for a while.

That comprises my adventure with the Logan City Police Department. The coolest part being when I got to sit in the front seat of the cop car, and see a machine gun above my head. Rad.