10+ years ago, some shit stain was at our house installing kitchen back-splash tiling. He didn't like something my wife had done, words were exchanged, and he threatened to "beat her up". She calls me at work, and I said she should call the police. She didn't want to, and wanted to call the tile store. I said fine, do that, and I called the local Po-po. I was on the phone with the PD for about a minute, and called my wife back. Not 30 seconds into that call, I hear the doorbell ring. Definitely less than a minute from when they took down my address to an officer at the door. It was impressive.
And no, I don't want to see my local PD "defunded".
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