My husband is the first aid officer for his plant (somebody found out that he was a BSA troop leader and took the first aid course). One morning one of the guys from the back of the plant came strolling in with a .25 bullet lodged under the skin of his skull right between the eyes. He said that his common-law wife had had a quarrel with him and shot him the night before. Hubby referred him on to the industrial clinic; he came back in about an hour with a bandaid over the spot where they cut it out.
He went home after work and threw her out.
There is a postscript . . . about six months later we heard through the grapevine that this rather short-tempered lady had taken up with another man and . . . somewhat predictably . . . had a quarrel with him too. Only this time she used a kitchen knife, and the object of her affections was Tango Uniform before the police got there.
The employee's only comment: "She was a d@mn mean woman, but she sure could cook."
LOL! I thought ladies in jail sometime gave tips to police officers....