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    Had a coworker who got divorced & ended up with custody of his son over her. Tells you a lot about her. He never heard of a rule 3 women, and she was it. He met her on the job& she was let go for backsliding.

    She ended up filing sexual harassment charges with every grocery store in Houston, and won a few settlements.

    He ended up dying and left his son everything. I heard once he was gone she started nosing around for the Insuresance money. As most folks know that takes a while to settle.

    Once the money was freed up she was said to try and suckering the money out of the boy.
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    Thought this was a thread about "Things You See at Work" but seems to have turned into a things that happened at work with few pictures of things seen. So to get it back on track here is a pic outside of a U.S. Citizenship & Immigration Services office where I worked for awhile after I retired from federal LE. Looks like she may be a streetwalker waiting for a John to pick her up for a date.

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    She actually was the Immigration Officer. Not quite as classy as a hooker in my personal opinion but I think she sure looked like one in that outfit. Nice gams.
     
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    6 World Trade Center, the U.S. Custom House after 9/11 with a large part of the north tower, 1 WTC, leaning on it.

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    Some other pics of the Custom House below.

    Before 9/11:

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    Others after 9/11:

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    I and several others climbed over this debris pile and down into a crater to get to the Customs vault to recover evidence. The debris, from 7 WTC as I recall, a building across the street and the NYC emergency command center's location where Giuliani was running the city but had to evacuate because it caught fire, had pierced the Custom House wall and our evidence vault. It was plain to see, there were several spots on the shelves inside the vault (yes the shelves were still standing) where there were spots with no dust covering them. That made it obvious - evidence had been removed by opportunists before we got there (likely other first responders who made off with drugs or valuables). Someone found it like that and gave Customs a call to say evidence was being pilfered.

    I had been there helping out looking for survivors (actually more likely for bodies) on a dig with various first responders. I was about to leave for the night when I saw the Customs duty agent show up, he told me about the call and that he was responding by himself. Could not let him go it alone; so, we got some bridge and tunnel workers to assist us and climbed this smoldering pile of debris that partially melted the soles of my boots. Up to that point, it was the scariest thing I ever did in my life, climbing up the heap, feeling my feet getting hot as heell, balancing while climbing down a badly twisted I-beam to get into the pit, and such had me rattled as I think it had all of us to one degree or another. We had to leave, after quite some time, because the fire department started pouring water on the smoldering debris heap and they thought that might cause a landslide so to speak. We recovered a lot of evidence before departing.

    A couple of weeks later, I did the scariest thing I have ever done in my life. That came about after volunteering to fly as an "augmentee" federal air marshal (as the regular air marshals called us). Note, their title is not capitalized because they mostly all were arrogant scumbags who thought only they were special enough to do the job. On my first flight in that capacity, after the plane's doors closed and as we rolled down the runway, I just about started to cry like a baby and was shaking like a leaf in the wind. I was sure, as in 100% certain, I was going to die that day trying to take out terrorists on what I thought was that doomed flight. Yep, they had me terrorized. Yet, I kept at it and showed up for work the next day to fly again and the next and the next... I was the only volunteer from my office of about 200 agents; well, there was one other but her supervisor talked her out of it. Anyway, it was that way for me almost everyday for the first week or two, abject fear that whatever day it was - it was the day terrorists would try to take out my flight and I was going to die trying to stop them. Yet, I was also 100% certain certain should the SHTF, I would be taking out some terrorists with me as many as possible. One thing that kept me going was a quote from Thomas Paine that a coworker at Customs told me after I expressed my fears to him, it really helped me:

    "THESE are the times that try men's souls. The summer soldier and the sunshine patriot will, in this crisis, shrink from the service of their country; but he that stands by it now, deserves the love and thanks of man and woman. Tyranny, like hell, is not easily conquered; yet we have this consolation with us, that the harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph. What we obtain too cheap, we esteem too lightly: it is dearness only that gives every thing its value. Heaven knows how to put a proper price upon its goods; and it would be strange indeed if so celestial an article as FREEDOM should not be highly rated..."

    On a flight to DC from Laguardia Airport in NYC, my partner told me he saw take off my seat belt and tense as I got ready to pounce on a guy who came running toward the front of the plane on one flight some weeks into it all. The guy, at first, disregarded the commands of the stewardess to stop and to go back to his seat. He was part of a group of about 20-25 Chinese who were aboard and just the group size made them very suspicious. It wound up being nothing, he had the trots and was trying to get to the rest room right behind the cockpit, before shitting himself, even though we were in restricted airspace approaching DC and all passengers had to remain seated. He finally stopped for the stewardess and she brought him to the the crapper at the back of the cabin. It had me ready to go though because all I heard was her yelling at him in a panicked voice (most flight attendants were more scared than me and almost all let us know how much they appreciated our being there) to stop and I also heard his loud footfalls as he ran toward the cockpit. I was ready to stop him, even to kill him, if it had been otherwise and it was obvious after the fact that my partner had been 100% ready to assist as well. Things got better as the weeks went by and I did that for 5 1/2 months, or so, with barely an incident, some are fun retelling although I'd need to go on an on and I have already gone on too long. Of course, on a detail that long, there were some fun things that happened too.
     

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    Glenn B

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    Saw a lot of smuggled marijuana on a 3 week detail to Key Largo, think it was in 1984. This is part of 100 plus bales we found in the mangrove swamps due to me and another agent calling in that we heard a boat coming and going as if off loading:

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    These are some of the bales found in the mangroves that we loaded onto a boat near the mangrove swamp then had to offload again at the dock.

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    We hauled a lot of grass from a seizure out of the mangroves, into the water and loaded it back on a boat - easiest way to transport it. Forgot I had a Beretta 950BS in 25 caliber in my pocket. Found out just how fast salt water can rust a blued pistol because by the time I remembered it was in the pocket of my soaking wet dungarees it was pretty much ruined cosmetically.

    Me and the guy standing next to me were both from NY. Lou and I worked with the guy from the Florida Marine Patrol (guy to viewer right of Lou in gray uniform and black cap with red logo) for two weeks. On our last night of what was supposed to be only a two week assignment, we were asked if we wanted to stay another week and we both said sure. The guy from the FMP did not know we'd still be there and never showed up at the dock where he usually met us in his go-fast cigarette boat - so, on the first night of week 3 we went to the office and asked the boss, Charlie Jordan (later one of America's most wanted criminals), guy in the teal colored shirt to your right in the pic, what he wanted us to do. He said, 'go look for drugs but don't go to Dynamite Docks (an abandoned dock). I was driving, guess where I drove to despite Lou's protestations. We sat there for several hours - lights out, engine off, on a hot muggy night with mosquitos as thick as the Zulus at Rorke's Drift. After a couple or few hours, we were on the midnight shift, I asked Lou if he heard anything; I'd been listening to it for over an hour. He said yeah and asked me what I thought it was. There was no doubt, it was a boat that kept going back and forth from sea to shore and that idled for 10 to 15 minutes each time it got close to shore. I asked him if he noticed anything unusual and he said it must be a fishing boat. I thought - dah! I asked him if a fishing boat - why no running lights on a pitch black night due to the new moon phase. Then it dawned on him, it was a smuggler's craft.

    'We called it in. Everyone from the Key Largo office responded as did everyone on detail there from other offices. Some agents from nearby offices in the keys also responded as did local LE officers. We searched everywhere for what we were sure was going to be a load of some kind of dope. No one found anything. Then, shortly after dawn, as we were giving up and headed back to the office, one of the agents saw three Cubans walking out of the mangroves on a dirt road one road over from the one we had been sitting on by Dynamite Docks. He stopped them for an investigative interview, they were all illegals. He put them in the back of his SUV and drove down that road where he found over 100 bales (about 60 pounds each dry) of marijuana. Then came the not so fun part of loading them, through the salt water, onto a boat for transport. We had to do that because it was too wet where they were to get to them without bogging down vehicles. As we were doing that, another 70 or so, if memory serves me right, bales were discovered on a small nearby key where they probably had been dropped off by mistake in the dark. We also found a boat, at a nearby marina, that had lots of marijuana residue on on it.

    When seizing the boat and the grass, I told Jordan that I'd write up the seizure report. He scoffed at me and said 'what seizure report' and said that the locals would seize it and do the paperwork. A couple or few years later, Internal Affairs had a good case against him for aiding smugglers and letting drug loads into the US. I suspect that is why he told us not to go to Dynamite Docks that night, it was probably one of the loads he had arranged to get into the country. He went on the run; I think he was finally apprehended somewhere in the NW US. Luckily he did not resist, he was an expert shot with quite a few shooting awards and trophies to his name.

    One of the nicer things that I got to see while on work assignment in Key Largo was this:

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    As I recall, her name was Deena Demero. She was a sweetheart and one heck of a good barmaid at our hotel's tiki bar. Had lots of fun with her.
     
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    I’ve seen pics of drug busts before. Always wondered how much those bales weighed.
     

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    Saw a lot of smuggled marijuana on a 3 week detail to Key Largo, think it was in 1984. This is part of 100 plus bales we found in the mangrove swamps due to me and another agent calling in that we heard a boat coming and going as if off loading:

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    These are some of the bales found in the mangroves that we loaded onto a boat near the mangrove swamp then had to offload again at the dock.

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    We hauled a lot of grass from a seizure out of the mangroves, into the water and loaded it back on a boat - easiest way to transport it. Forgot I had a Beretta 950BS in 25 caliber in my pocket. Found out just how fast salt water can rust a blued pistol because by the time I remembered it was in the pocket of my soaking wet dungarees it was pretty much ruined cosmetically.

    Me and the guy standing next to me were both from NY. Lou and I worked with the guy from the Florida Marine Patrol (guy to viewer right of Lou in gray uniform and black cap with red logo) for two weeks. On our last night of what was supposed to be only a two week assignment, we were asked if we wanted to stay another week and we both said sure. The guy from the FMP did not know we'd still be there and never showed up at the dock where he usually met us in his go-fast cigarette boat - so, on the first night of week 3 we went to the office and asked the boss, Charlie Jordan (later one of America's most wanted criminals), guy in the teal colored shirt to your right in the pic, what he wanted us to do. He said, 'go look for drugs but don't go to Dynamite Docks (an abandoned dock). I was driving, guess where I drove to despite Lou's protestations. We sat there for several hours - lights out, engine off, on a hot muggy night with mosquitos as thick as the Zulus at Rorke's Drift. After a couple or few hours, we were on the midnight shift, I asked Lou if he heard anything; I'd been listening to it for over an hour. He said yeah and asked me what I thought it was. There was no doubt, it was a boat that kept going back and forth from sea to shore and that idled for 10 to 15 minutes each time it got close to shore. I asked him if he noticed anything unusual and he said it must be a fishing boat. I thought - dah! I asked him if a fishing boat - why no running lights on a pitch black night due to the new moon phase. Then it dawned on him, it was a smuggler's craft.

    'We called it in. Everyone from the Key Largo office responded as did everyone on detail there from other offices. Some agents from nearby offices in the keys also responded as did local LE officers. We searched everywhere for what we were sure was going to be a load of some kind of dope. No one found anything. Then, shortly after dawn, as we were giving up and headed back to the office, one of the agents saw three Cubans walking out of the mangroves on a dirt road one road over from the one we had been sitting on by Dynamite Docks. He stopped them for an investigative interview, they were all illegals. He put them in the back of his SUV and drove down that road where he found over 100 bales (about 60 pounds each dry) of marijuana. Then came the not so fun part of loading them, through the salt water, onto a boat for transport. We had to do that because it was too wet where they were to get to them without bogging down vehicles. As we were doing that, another 70 or so, if memory serves me right, bales were discovered on a small nearby key where they probably had been dropped off by mistake in the dark. We also found a boat, at a nearby marina, that had lots of marijuana residue on on it.

    When seizing the boat and the grass, I told Jordan that I'd write up the seizure report. He scoffed at me and said 'what seizure report' and said that the locals would seize it and do the paperwork. A couple or few years later, Internal Affairs had a good case against him for aiding smugglers and letting drug loads into the US. I suspect that is why he told us not to go to Dynamite Docks that night, it was probably one of the loads he had arranged to get into the country. He went on the run; I think he was finally apprehended somewhere in the NW US. Luckily he did not resist, he was an expert shot with quite a few shooting awards and trophies to his name.

    One of the nicer things that I got to see while on work assignment in Key Largo was this:

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    As I recall, her name was Deena Demero. She was a sweetheart and one heck of a good barmaid at our hotel's tiki bar. Had lots of fun with her.


    Is that a pull-tab necklace? That brings back some memories.
     

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    Saw a bunch of guys in strechy pants and tall boots doing cones today, glad I brought my sunscreen today!! @andr3k
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    Eww. They made us ride cone patterns so much. I didn't mind it much on my Harleys but now I ride a Goldwing. They don't respond well to being dropped.

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    Which is why I ride a BMW.

    Just got a 2019 which is WAY nicer than my old my old bike with 100,000 hard miles.

    My old office:
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    After 6 years I'm leaving gangs and going back to motors, which is what I did before promoting. I still ride as an extra job for funeral escorts and oversize loads but I've been spoiled by having AC and windshield wipers at work now. As much as I love that wing they simply aren't as durable as the Harleys. BMW's have never been a thing here. Only department close that runs them is Conroe PD.
     

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    After 6 years I'm leaving gangs and going back to motors, which is what I did before promoting. I still ride as an extra job for funeral escorts and oversize loads but I've been spoiled by having AC and windshield wipers at work now. As much as I love that wing they simply aren't as durable as the Harleys. BMW's have never been a thing here. Only department close that runs them is Conroe PD.
    They are fast and smooth, maintenance isn't bad and the ergos are good.

    Our motors unit is being #reimagined and half of us are being cut and sent to patrol to stand in the gap the massive increase in retirements and lack of academy classes are creating.

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    Ouch. Femurs take a lot of force to break and the loose ends can do bad things to arteries... when you see the skin twist mid thigh, yikes

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    Saw a friend break his femur, he was running full chug in formation, we hit a patch of ice and slid, several people came down in a dog pile and it snapped. Crappy part was his hamstrings were still chugging making it a compound/ bloody mess. He left on a helicopter.

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    Saw a friend break his femur, he was running full chug in formation, we hit a patch of ice and slid, several people came down in a dog pile and it snapped. Crappy part was his hamstrings were still chugging making it a compound/ bloody mess. He left on a helicopter.

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    Just reading that made me go ouch. Did he recover?
     

    cycleguy2300

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    Saw a friend break his femur, he was running full chug in formation, we hit a patch of ice and slid, several people came down in a dog pile and it snapped. Crappy part was his hamstrings were still chugging making it a compound/ bloody mess. He left on a helicopter.

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    The only femur fractures I have dealt with were auto-ped crashes.

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