On a midnight shift while working Brooklyn , I left. A call at the White Coffee. It wa raining and the rear windshield of my Fairmont was fogged. No rear window defogger on the car. I backed into the concrete base of a light pole and put a small dent in the bumper. I called a departmental and a few minutes later the sergeant arrived. He was a very senior Southern District officer that was recently promoted and sent to Northern for a few months.
He saw the dent and said, helll we can fix that. The next time you think you have a departmental call me first. About a month later on a midnight shift, I was on Robinson Rd. New curbs were installed and a narrow road only had one layer of asphalt installed. A manhole cover was sticking up above the asphalt. I straddled it drove over it without any problem. When I reached the end of the. road there was no room to turn around so I backed up. This time I got stuck on the manhole cover. When I got off the cover it had smashed the converter and made a hella loud noise. I drove to Northern and asked the sergeant if that was departmental.
He said hell no. Take that car to the shop in the morning and tell them something bounced up and hit it. That’s what I did.
The shop guy laughed like hell and said ok I’ll put a new one on.
I learned an old southern guy can solve almost any issue.