Busy morning today. Drunk guy on a charter plane is refused another drink, gets upset and says that he has a bomb. That caused a diversion of the flight to Cleveland where the SWAT team boarded the plane and took the gentleman to a place with a lot of bars.
After that, I was checking out a fire when I get a call to head to a shooting on Cleveland's east side. I get to the scene and among the flashing red and blue lights, the sound of moaning and muffled screaming is coming from inside the house which is the focal point of attraction. Good scene, I think to myself.
I look at the police and they're standing around just bullshitting with each other. No police tape, no detectives putting down evidence placards. But there's still this moaning and screaming going on. I see a cop friend of mine and he walks over and asks, "Slow night?"
"I thought this was a shooting?"
"Nope. A fight. If it was something serious, you know I'd give you a call."
"Then, why all the screaming and moaning??", I asked.
"It's a group home for the deaf and two guys got drunk and a fight broke out. Guy got beat up pretty bad. The dispatcher couldn't understand the 911 call and thought the caller said there was a shooting.."
"You're kidding."
"Nope. Actually we were talking and we think the caller was complaing that someone had been farting a lot and the call was for someone
tooting." Then the cops broke up in laughter...
Ahh yes....cop humor.