thunderstruck wrote:Ansel Rakestraw wrote:Rad Hexington wrote:
at least he's got someplace to rest his arms.
I never got fat cops. Isn't there a physical fitness component? Shouldn't he be able to chase after a criminal? Lift a certain amount of pounds? Not be a hazard at the scenen of an accident but actually be of use?
How the hell does he keep his patrol job?
Get that big and if they can't fire you or put you on a desk there ought to be a mandatory policy that you're restricted to walking (jogging?) a beat until you drop back down to the more sane BMI. Assuming he's a mere 300 lbs, a nice 10-mile patrol beat walked at 2.5 mph burns 1600 calories. If he does his part, instead of walking it with a Double Whopper in his face, he might get fit.
Many years ago I was driving down Hill St. in AA past the sororities. I saw a mildy overweight girl jogging away from me with her sweatshirt hood pulled up. As I passed I looked at her and she was EATING A TWINKIE! Honey, you're doing it wrong.
My brother was a cop in Houston and he explained it to me this way: when you are behind the wheel of a cruiser it can be dangerous, lots of playerz packin heat.
Burger joints, Doughnut shops and pizza joints like the cops to drop by all the time, at different times and they are only too eager to give them the fattening chow for the protection they receive. The logic was, the sooner you got fat, the sonner they took you out of the cruiser and put you behind a desk in the station, where your chances of getting shot were far lower. I don't know if it works that way today, but in the 80s it worked that way.