Remember the last time you heard someone exclaim: "Oh, thank God, the police are here!"?
I can't remember either.
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Going on 20 years ago now. Long story, I'll try to shorten it
My son who was studying out of state in Texas had a short lived relationship with a girl who turned out to be a few marbles shy of a full set. Romance ended when she punched him in the nose for reasons that are out of scope. Cops were called then but that's not the real story either.
Over a year later, my son back in New England, the girl calls out of the blue saying she's driving up from Texas to see him. That she's pregnant (obviously not by him since it's been over a year) and that she wants to hook up with him again since he's the only man who's ever treated her right" 
No amount of persuasion convinces the girl that she's not welcome. Calls to her parents are also ineffective; they want to have nothing to do with her either. Bridges burnt left and right. 
Regular updates from the girl tell us that she's still set on coming all the way here. Even threat's that the cops will be waiting for her when she arrives do not persuade her to stop.
Sure enough she finally makes it all the way to our home. The cops are there to receive her and her possessions, including a loaded shotgun under the seat...
This is the moment when I said "Oh, thank God, the cops are here!"
Yes, let me repeat that, a loaded shotgun under the seat. She claims that it was for her protection on the drive up. Maybe true, since in Texas you are allowed to be armed if you travel more than two counties away from your home. But anyway...
The cops led her away unharmed and delivered her safely to psychiatric evaluation. She delivered her baby safely, and a few years later, under medical care and medication, she called my son to thank him for the favor of having her committed for treatment; the best thing that had ever happened to her.
The End.
Yes, it's been over 20 years since I remember anybody saying "Oh, thank God, the cops are here!"
And it was me.
NEVER.
- NOT. ONE. GODDAMNED. TIME.
She got a flat tire on the interstate, at night, and couldn't make it to the right side, so she ended up in the tiny breakdown lane on the left.
A cop pulled up behind her with lights on and put flares out, making enough room so that he could then change her tire.
You should talk to a cop, you'll hear a lot more stories like that.
This is a bit OT, but true story. Several years ago, I lived in an apartment complex in, what I thought was, "a good area". No crime that I knew of, didn't see cop cars very often.
One night I was up very late and had my music up loud in my headphones. I was totally engrossed in what I was hearing and doing. Knock on my door at maybe 1 AM ? Looked through peephole, it was a county deputy, WTF.
He asks me if I heard any noises or anything outside. I told him truthfully, no officer. He looked at me for an instant but believed me. I explained I had my headphones up loud and heard nothing. After a minute, he departed.
In the paper the next morning was a report that a drug deal had gone badly, and a man had been shot in the courtyard maybe 30 feet from my door. When I walked out the next morning, there was yellow crime scene tape around the courtyard.
So, yea, I was glad the deputy knocked on my door and asked me for information. I'm glad he believed me and did his job well. I think they eventually apprehended a few people for the murder.
Cops are OK by me when I'm not getting a speeding ticket. 
