Way back when I took the police psychological examination, the doctor asked me “What is the definition of wasted space.” I replied, “A busload of lawyers going over a cliff with three empty seats.”
He smiled and stamped my application “Approved.”
I accidentally (honest) parked my cruiser on a suspects arm . I knocked him down with my bumper as he was trying to flee the scene. .... I had to see the risk manager the next day . Told him the suspect had complained about me placing cuffs on him too tight a few weeks before ...... I got a grin and was back to work .