As a recruit, my Field Training Officer Tom would explain things while en route to jobs. On the way to a bar fight, Tom told me to follow his every move and only do what he does. I explained I was ready and as we pulled up to the front of the bar we could see that there was a lot of activity inside the place. When the squad car screeched to a halt, I jumped out and forgot everything I was just taught and made a dash for the tavern door. Nightstick in hand and a superman’s attitude, I started in the front door. I was met by three gorgeous women who quickly grabbed my arms and marched me back out of the ruckus explaining that I was too young to get hurt. As I was being escorted back out, the real police ran in and stopped the mini riot. As I was talking to my new lady friends, Tom walked by and just grinned.
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