Are you all sick of me harping on the ridiculousness of the LAPD’s response time yet? The comments on my last post about the topic pretty much confirmed everything I had to say about it. A few weeks ago, an LAist author posted an indirect rebuttal about a wonderfully responsive reaction they got from The Man but, again, the comments skewed toward that being a freakish, atypical experience. But, just in case there’s anybody that still doubts just how long the LAPD can take to come save your ass from the bad guys, I’m back with another story to make your blood thin.
This afternoon, two shady looking dudes parked their car shitty car in front of my house and proceeded to shoot up in broad-motherfucking-daylight. Thinking I was finally going to get some fools caught in the act, I called 911 and gave the details to a dispatcher. That was at 3:16 p.m., which I know because I followed up that call with a call to my SLO and my mobile’s got the time stamp. Then, I laid low and tried to get a plate number without the bastards seeing me. I didn’t want them to know anybody had seen them in hopes that they’d spend enough time nodding in their car for the fuzz to come lay down some flashlight justice. Unfortunately, after about 15 minutes, the police hadn’t come and said junkies were scared away by a neighbor parking his car in front of them. Thanks to the wonders of wireless technology, I’ve been sitting here on the porch ever since, waiting for a cruiser to come by. 56 minutes and counting. I’m so steamed all I can think of to say is fucking fuck you, Los Angeles Police Department. I’m off to buy a shotgun.
Update: A cruiser finally drove by at 5:29 p.m. Strangely, it passed again about 10 minutes later. Maybe they figure that passing by twice makes up for the fact that it took them 2 hours and 13 minutes to respond in the first place?