Now don't get me wrong, he's certainly done a good job. La'dickhead had reached out of sight for something and put his hand behind his back... he could've had anything.
The only thought running through my head at the time was "am I going to live through this shift".
So I've thought about posting this one and I've decided that to post it directly after my moaning about our stab vests is highly appropriate positioning.
I wasn't directly in the line of fire but as it turned out when I had nimbly moved around and managed to pin La'dickhead on the ground and get some bracelets on him there was only one problem.. As he had been suitably marinaded in CS and he had ended up on the ground with me pretty much on top of him pulling his arms instantly behind his back (a-la-Pat & Carl style) EVERY SINGLE ONE of the CS particles that hadn't affected him decided to fly straight in to my face.
La'dickhead gets dragged outside and sat on the gutter, despite the fact that I'm suffering from the effects of the CS it is plainly clear that he's got it far worse than me, besides, being the abject professional that I am I didn't say a great deal other than "damn, that's not nice". I get my colleague to stand there waving at La'dickheads face to keep the air moving on him.. I walk away about 10 yards and OMG I didn't know that you could blow out a half a pint of snot in ONE GO!
10 minutes later we are on the road on the way to custody with windows down and my sinuses feel GREAT.
Though I don't recommend CS as a sinus decongestant, but it is very good at that.
Oh yeah, you may remember that La'dickhead picked something up.. It was his cigarette. So why did he have to act like an moron and make us both wonder if we were going to die horribly? (Sometimes I wonder why I do this? I love my job but I DON'T want to die for it)