They don't care if someone is mowing their lawn without a mask on or if someone's dog peed in the street in front of their house.
They don't care if some kid a couple of blocks away set off a firecracker or revved up an engine to clear it's throat.
Of course when you report something like this the dispatcher will likely tell the little snitch "We'll get a man on it right away!"
Karen envisions a guy picking up a microphone and saying, "Calling all cars! Calling all cars! Be on the lookout for a guy walking a dog that just peed in front of Ms. Karen's house on Elm Street."
Twelve cruisers start their engines, a pair of detectives don their fedoras, three motorcycle cops hidden behind billboards stomp on kick starters and rev their motorcycles and the entire force starts looking all over hell for someone that is walking a dog that has a relieved look on its snout.
Not hardly. The dispatcher simply makes a note someone called and reported a dog peeing in the street and is mildly annoyed because they had to write up something useless.
The dispatcher and cops also note carefully who called, also. They want to avoid her house because anyone that would snitch like that would probably report a cop that flicked a cigarette butt out the window.
Karen seems to forget that cops are working class people, too. They are not magicians.
To find out why the blog is pink just cut and paste this:
http://piccoloshash.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-feminine-side-blog-stays-pink.html NO ANIMALS WERE HARMED IN THE WRITING OF TODAY'S ESSAY
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