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#519193 added July 5, 2007 at 10:37am
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MARSHFIELD (WISCONSIN) POLICE DEPARTMENT
Ever have to deal with someone who THINKS they are right no matter what anyone knows or says and won't listen to logic, period? Well, that was my experience yesterday in the parking lot of the Wal-Mart Supercenter in Marshfield, Wisconsin.

My wife and I decided to do a little shopping yesterday for a few food items and to do some specific item pricing. We also decided to take our two Chow Chows with us. It was around 80° so it was not hot by any means. We left our two front van windows down about 1/8 of the way and the two rear windows (vent style) completely open. We knew the dogs would be fine and, besides, we were not going to be in the store for very long.

After about 30 minutes of walking around the store my wife and I heard our names, incorrectly pronounced, being paged over Wal-Mart's PA system. We found out that there was a Marshfield cop at our mini-van and for an unknown reason. My wife and I then decided that she would proceed to check out our items and I'd, along with my youngest daughter, go out to our van to find out what was going on. As I walk out the front doors I see the patrol car and two cops standing in on the opposite side of the aisle that we were parked in but directly behind our van. When I get about 30 ft. from the van I make eye contact with the female officer who proceeds to ask me if the van is mine, to which I respond "yes", and to see some ID. I take out my license, hand it to her, and then the FUN starts!

The bitch then tells me to open my van door. I do that and then she asks me what the temp is outside. I pause for effect (knowning that my reply is going to be interesting) and respond to her, "Oh, I'd say around 80° or so". Hmm, I guess a better answer would have been, "Got a window outside? OPEN IT!" Or not. She then says, "Would you leave your kids in here?" I immediately reply "No". Damn it!! With hindsight being 20/20 I should have said, "No, I would never leave my children in any vehicle. I would hate to have my children kidnapped in your mighty city." The box then says, abruptly and still she hasn't felt the inside of the van, "Well, it's too hot inside her for your dogs. Please turn on the air-conditioning."

I roll down the windows to about 3/4.

"I just don't want you to come out to your van with two dead dogs!", she says in a matter-of-fact voice. Meanwhile the second cop appears in the passenger window. My dogs start barking. He says, "Would they bite me?" I tell him no as one of them is afraid of his own shadow and the other is so laid back that a stoner looks to him for inspiration. He then tells his cunt partner, "It's not hot in here by any stretch of the imagination". It doesn't faze this bitch at all! I try telling her that my wife has had dogs all her life and knows how to care for them. I get cut off by Officer Friendly's pie hole. "So have I and I don't want to see you with two dead dogs."
"What?" Did you just not hear your MALE partner? IT'S NOT HOT IN HERE! I tell her that we had the air on all the way here, a 20 minute drive, and have the windows open for the most part and with the tinted windows of the van it is NOT HOT IN HERE!
The bitch says again, "It's still too warm. Please turn on the air conditioning." FUCK ME!

I turn on the air...with the windows still down, door open. Hot air still being blown from her mouth.

By now I'm getting pissed.

After another minute or so of her shooting more shit out of her cocksucking, no, cunt licking mouth she hand me my license back. "Please leave the air conditioning on if you plan to run into a store when you have your dogs in the van.” she says. Huh? Huh? "Ok. The dogs are fine. It's not hot. I wouldn't have even brought them if it was going to be too hot. You damn, dumn BITCH!” on the inside. "Ok, ma'am! Thank you!"
Then, she tells me that we would find out tomorrow if we'd receive a citation or not. What, you can't give it to me now? Have you ever heard of this shit?

I guess someone put his/her nose where it doesn't belong. Then Marshfield's finest dyke bitch decided that she was pissed to be working on the 4th of July and try to flex her cunt muscles. Wasn't there any speeders you could be ticketing? Or how about some kids with fireworks you could be busting? Guess not!

So, we'll see what happens.

I'll keep you updated!

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