So, I'm at the bank today. It's just after noon when I glance up and look out the front door. This bank has lots of windows too. It's nice. Anyway, I look out the door and see the village cop car with it's lights on stop across the street. Apparently, there is a laundromat there. A short, bald, very over weight, uniformed cop gets out with a defibrillator and runs to the back where the laundromat is. Now, this village is definitely not overflowing with middle or upper class residents. Ten or fifteen minutes later, the ambulance shows up. Shortly thereafter, the ambulance leaves. I go back to work completing certain assignments / tests, which is driving me crazy but I happen to glance up and see someone running across the street and he's handcuffed. In hot pursuit is the cop.
Story goes, the person is a drug user and apparently either overdosed or passed out from usage. The cop brought him back, handcuffed him to arrest him and when they got to the police car, the cop took his hands off the guy for whatever reason and the guy bolted! The cop attempted to get in hot pursuit of him but it was an epic fail due to his weight. He didn't even make it 100 feet and had to call in for backup! Three cop cars from neighboring towns showed up to help. Another village worker saw what was going on and bolted off to try to help. The girls in the bank all joked that they "energized" the guy by shocking him with the defibrillator and where was he going to go since he's already handcuffed.
But, the one village worker who took off after the handcuffed drug abuser stopped in the bank about an hour or so later and said he had caught him. The guy was trying to hide in a doorway smooshed up against and behind some rock wall.
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