The very clever and handsome Coffeypot made fun of my initials...MF. So I decided to own it. Yep, that's right I'm MF. Go ahead...make fun of me. I love it! And Coffeypot meant this in a funny humorous kind of way...so I thought I had to play on this. And yes...blonde hair shining through...I did not even think of my initials that way. This brought up some other nicknames that have come along the way while being the popo beside the usual bitch, whore, and other lovelies.
When I was a rookie...I was young, dumb, and no...not full of that other stuff that rhymes with this and refers to the male half. But I was really, really blonde. Blonder than I am now. Driving around one night...I had a drunk in front of me. Activated the Christmas lights and sirens and he wouldn't stop. I had me one of them thar real live pursuits...my first one. At 10 MPH. Yeah. It was exciting.
Calling out my whereabouts, this speedy drunk kept turning and turning and pretty soon I didn't know where I was. Happen to tell the troops that we were now turning left. That helps. It was also a full moon. Go figure. So after the drunk finally stopped at an intersection...I got out and read the signs...over the radio. Sounded like a real dork.
This was when I was on the shift with the good old boys that hated girls. They lovingly called me Moonbeam after that. They joked about how I navigated with the stars and the moon. I wore it with honors. Pretty much deserved it. Then after shift, I came out to my personal car to see the entire shift...bent over...bare butts. I guess they had to give me a royal Moon inauguration. Yep, gotta love cops.
Two years later, on a much younger shift...and much wiser was I...myself and another officer responded to a disturbance. When we got there...a man off his meds with schizophrenia on meth was fighting everyone...and ended up fighting the popo. Fire personnel and paramedics arrived to help get him on the bus so he could be given some Vitamin H. Back in those days, Vitamin H was the cureall. Too bad we can't go back to that.
Anyfighter, we got him strapped up on the gurney. I leaned over him and told him to knock it off and be nice to the paramedics. He stared at me...and stopped acting like The Hulk. Then...with tears in his eyes...he said..."You are my one true love...you Beautiful Blonde C*nt! Stay with me." Yes, meth is a wonderful thang...
You guessed it...once that got around...all my equipment was engraved with BBC...my clipboard...flashlight...etc. Thanks in part to the mad engraver and shift of guys that thought they were funny. Just the other day that came up again and the initials started popping up everywhere on my gear again. Maybe that's why I dyed my hair red. LMAO. I'm going to have to get rid of all those guys from the old days. Bastids.
Anynames, Coffeypot, I love MF and I will use it 'til I wear it out! Sticks and stones may break my bones, but names will never hurt me...nanny, nanny poo poo. Only because I am such a hard ass bitch...names make me laugh.