"[Lorna] Dudash then called 911, asking that the 'cutie pie' deputy return.Desperate people do desperate things. Sending the same deputy back to arrest her seems needlessly cruel.
'He's the cutest cop I've seen in a long time. I just want to know his name,' Dudash told the dispatcher. 'Heck, it doesn't come very often a good man comes to your doorstep.'
After listening to some more, followed by a bit of silence, the dispatcher asked again why Dudash needed the deputy to return.
'Honey, I'm just going to be honest with you, OK? I just thought he was cute. I'm 45 years old, and I'd just like to meet him again, but I don't know how to go about doing that without calling 911,' she said.
'I know this is absolutely not in any way, shape or form an emergency, but if you would give the officer my phone number and ask him to come back, would you mind?'
The deputy returned, verified that there was no emergency and arrested her for misusing the 911 system, an offense punishable by a fine of up to several thousand dollars and a year in jail.
This is something, incidentally, I can readily imagine my Wayward Sister C doing. Or, some relative of Gwen's.
Also, what is it about women and police officers? You hear about women who "date cops," like the profession comprises some kind of romantic rodeo circuit. You never hear the same thing about insurance salesman or about plumbers, unless maybe women in those jobs serially dating within their workplace. Is it the uniform? The authority? The firearms?
To my knowledge, my hometown in Iowa still has one police officer on duty all the time. As you can imagine, there isn't much for the officer driving around the night shift to do. One officer was rumored to have his wife visit while he was on patrol and they would park the police car in a discreet location and, well. Also rumored was that there was a time when they were parked behind the high school once and managed to get themselves trapped in the backseat with the prisoner-proof-locked doors. I've no idea whether this actually happened, or if it's just one of those rural legends.