I met my first tin foil hatter on the phone, the first night I worked on the police department. There I was, fresh out of training, ready to work my first shift. New snazzy blue uniform, Clarino duty belt, S&W 66 on my hip. I was ready to hit the streets and fight crime and or evil. I walked into the radio room and the dispatcher was on the telephone. I stood there quietly for a second, and suddenly he said, "Just a minute ma'am, an officer just walked in." and handed me the phone. Being the rookie I was at the time, I said, "Hello, officer White speaking." I was answered with a tirade that went along the lines of "I've got the tin foil on my rabbit ears in just the right place. I can hear everything they are saying and they are invading next week. You have to get down here with your recording equipment right now and get this on tape!" At which point the dispatcher almost fell out of his chair laughing. It was Thelma, the first tinfoil hatter I met. She was a regular caller. But it turned out thet the dispatcher had called her that afternoon to initiate me.
The next one we had was a nice old man who called one night about surprising a prowler and scaring him under the back porch. This was right at shift change and we'd never had a call there before. So he got all five officers (both shifts, 3 from 4-12 shift about to go off duty and 2 from 12-8 just coming on duty). We raced up there and parked down the block, did a stealthy approach on foot, and found that a small cat would have had a hard time getting under that particular porch. The joists were barely an inch off the ground. But the poor man was livid. The prowler was under there, he had chased him there. He was probably tunneling into the house at this very moment, and what were we going to do about it? The midnight sergeant, not wanting to go back several times that night, put his ear to the post holding the roof up, and said "Yep, I hear him digging, but he's not going very fast. Probably not enough room to dig very fast under there. The guy who knows about tunnels works days. We'll send him right down as soon as he gets in at 8." With that we left.
Thursday night, I met our newest tinfoil hat club member. 9:30, suspicious vehicle call. Car was supposedly sitting in the guys’ driveway watching him. Two units are within a few blocks and there within a minute or two. No car in the driveway. Complaintant said, "He must have heard you get dispatched on his scanner and left." "Well sir, there was only one way in or out of here and neither unit passed a vehicle anywhere near here." To which he replied, "He had to have gone to stealth mode when he heard you were coming."
"Ok sir, we'll mark you down for extra patrol."
11:15, complainant calls back. "He's back, same car." Dispatcher, "Can you give me a description of the car?" Complainant, "I can't see it, but I know it's there, tell the officers on the MDC (Message Distribution Center), I don't think he's got the equipment to intercept that."
I stole an idea from Lawdog and suggested we go down there and fire a couple shots into the ground and tell him we killed the intruder. We discussed it for awhile and decided it probably wouldn't fit in and someone would get in trouble.
One day we're going to catch the bus that drops all of these people off in town and hold it at gunpoint while we gather them up and load them back up.