Gruesome Scene

I just left roll call and was on my way to grab a nice warm chocolate glazed donut from our local watering hole, when I saw a van driving crazy and swerving from lane to lane. This was a typical soccer mom type van with the usual "my kid is an honor roll student at..." bumper stickers all over the place.

I lit her up and pulled the van over and did not know I was about to experience one of the most gruesome scenes that I could recall from my 17 years of being a street cop...

I walked up to the driver's door. The female driver looked over at me and was crying and yelling toward the back of the van. My first instinct was that she was involved in some type of domestic dispute and there was a suspect in the rear. The putrid smell that came out of the van was just plain old nasty. There was feces all over the front dash of the van and on her hair and face. I looked toward the inside of the van and saw the suspect... a one year old baby with the runs, playing with and throwing his wet and nasty feces all over the van.

Needless to say... I cut her loose and lost my craving for that chocolate glazed donut I was craving! I have since never looked at Chocolate in the same way.

-Police Officer, Central Florida