“Dispatch, from 81.”
“Go ahead, C.”
“Um…just checking to see if we were on the right channel.  Er…thanks.”
WOOOOOOP!!  (Police Car Siren)
“Hennessy!”
“Sorry!”
“What did you push?!”
“I don’t know!”
-C., Dispatch, and Hennessy

So, Hennessy and I got to play with the radio and sirens again today.  As you can see from the above quote, it went over very well.

See, about three weeks ago, Lt. Citrus came to me and told me, “In a couple of weeks I’m going to give you an assignment to get some jackets done up for security at the games.  New patches and such, I’ll let you know more about it later.”
And after that?  Silence until last friday when he stomped up to my desk and barked, “Have you done anything with that project I gave you?  I need those jackets done right now, what have you done?”
“You didn’t give me the go-ahead, or tell me exactly what you needed,” I said, confused.
“Yes I did!” he snapped.  “This patch with this logo across the back.  Fix it!”

So Hennessy and I drove to (and through!) the stadium to pick up over one hundred jackets, get them sorted out, and today had to go pick them up so they could be used in upcoming football games.  With a variety of police equipment technical…incidents…along the way. 

However, we got to use the radio for some fun, which made it all better.  Pulling up to the station, I called Dispatch again (in a much more composed manner).
“Dispatch from 81.”
“Go ahead.”
“We’ve got a rather large order here.  Can you dispatch some strapping men to us for heavy lifting and slave labor?  Over.”
Two minutes later, five or six chuckling officers put in an appearance, a couple of them flexing.

It made my day.  Or it could be that I’m getting out early on a friday…yeah…that could be it too…