Bloomfield Police Department

I can’t believe you didn’t disclose the video tapes of the police officer hitting the dudes car and saying don’t take my gun. Wow

The public bathroom is a mess. The officer manning the metal detector let me through even though I set it off, so I guess I look trustworthy. I was sitting outside the court waiting for something in another room, and overheard one of the desk people refer to someone else repeatedly as a retard. That’s not nice at all.

A few weeks ago, I was involved in a tiny fender bender as I was pulling into my apartment complex. Because I was the one actually doing the driving (the guy in his parked car opened his door into my car), I got «assigned» the job of calling the police — at least I think I did. I couldn’t tell over all the yelling. So I go online on my celly and look for a number for them. I tried it and the number doesn’t work. So I call information. This whole time, the other driver is still yelling at me and let me tell you, it’s so hard to hear someone on your bluetooth when someone is yelling in your other ear, but that’s a whole different story.
So the number that I get transferred to someone picks up. «Chief of Police so and so speaking.» or at least that’s what it sounds like over the other driver’s yelling. «Hi, yes. I got into an accident and I need an officer to the scene.» «I don’t have time for this. Call this number.» He rattled off a string of numbers at the speed an auctionier would auction off a painting. Good thing I had my pencil and paper ready or else I really would’ve been in trouble! I tried calling the new number and I get a message recording telling me that the number has changed, but just dial these 3 new numbers in front, but the same last 4 digit numbers. But the «new» number is not in service. Over and over and over again I tried. There comes a time when you just give up. So I sat in my car talking to my cat Chester (who I was bringing home from the vet).
The other driver must’ve finally got in contact with the police after talking to his possee that came out to watch the whole spectacle that was me. Suddenly there was an officer of the law at the scene. He did the «Ok, what happened» and went into his car with all of our information. Thinking that the cause was quite obvious (my front bumper was PUNCTURED which indicated it wasn’t just my car hitting this guy’s door — there was more to it) I didn’t think I had to say much. With what little I DID say, the officer managed to reword it so that the accident report doesn’t tell my side at all!
But I mean, «I don’t have the time to deal with this.» Um… are you NOT part of my town’s public service. Is it NOT your job to respond? If not, at least help me out! I mean, how hard is it to call the dispatcher and tell them to send someone or even just to transfer me to a dispatcher! Methinks I should’ve just called 911 and told them it was an emergency. That’s the only way you’ll get them there pronto with no B.S. filler. Ugh.