Sheriff Department

GOD AWFUL!
Been 7 weeks and I’m still waiting on my Police Report from a car accident we had back in the middle of September, today is Nov 7^th
WARNING: If Officer Jimmy Williams writes your report… good luck. I’ve left him several voicemails and still no call back.
I was referred up to a Lieutenant Foot (may be wrong, starts with a F though) who assured me he would do it and I could pick it up «next week». HA! Yeah, that was 3 weeks ago.
Holding me up from getting a new car from my Insurance company who needs the police report to contact the person who hit me insurance and etc.
Just awful all the way around.

Generally speaking, I am not a big fan of the PoPo. I’ve worked with them as a professional Humane Agent, and had my share of encounters with them both as the victim of various crimes and as a reckless teenager. So, imagine my surprise when I have a not-​only-​pleasant, but impressive encounter with the fine folks at the Marin Co. Sheriff’s Department. Let me tell you the story…
So, I’m at work the other day, in fact was just getting ready to leave. I’m in the break room talking with a friend when our secretary runs in with a pale, worried face and asks me if I heard the overhead page. No, I say. She tells me that I’m to call down to the staffing office; there’s some kind of emergency. Puzzled, I hurry over to a phone only to be told that the Sheriff’s Department is holding for me. I think — oh shit, my dad’s died! It was the only thing that I could think of that would warrant an emergency call from the police.
A nice woman from Dispatch comes on the line, and after establishing my identity, asks me a few more questions. They still have not told me what’s going on, but then she asks me, «Did you know that your car window is smashed out?» Dumbfounded (yet massively relieved) I just say «No.» «There’s a couple of officers waiting outside to take your report,» she says.
I go downstairs and outside to my car, and sure enough, there’s two sheriff’s cars and officers looking grim standing next to my car. Being a resident of one of SF’s finer ghetto lite neighborhoods, smashed car windows are not exactly a new concept to me, and I was still running on the relief of discovering that my dad was still amongst the living. In fact, the cops were way more affronted and angry than I.
In the course of taking my statement, the officers imparted several extraordinary pieces of information and actions.
1) Apparently, this was the 4^th or 5^th car break-​in at this particular area, which is next to a preserve area. The cops were driving by and «noticed that my car window was smashed.» Now, how exactly one notices a smashed passenger side window at 25 miles an hour from the opposite side is kinda amazing. Dudes have some serious visual acuity.
2) Before calling me, the officers conducted a search of the area. This included walking out a distance into the swampy area of the nature preserve. I figure, from their description, that they probably went out quite a ways, like maybe 300 yards.
3) Since this appears to be a series of robberies, the Sheriff’s Dept. plans to do something proactive to catch the thief. (I won’t say what it is to protect their plan.) This alone flummoxed me. I had a home invasion last year where I woke up to find a man in my house robbing me blind that didn’t receive this level of serious attention.
4) They tried to clean the broken glass out of my car. Seriously.
5) Later I found out that they had first called my house, talked with my daughter to find out where I worked to call me there. This took a number of phone calls as they first tried to call my cell, which I had just walked away from to go clock out. I can’t IMAGINE the SFPD bothering to do any of this. In fact, since I’ve had 3 smashed car windows in my hood over the last 7 years, I know for a fact that they would not. In fact, after calling the SFPD to report a number of burglaries in our building, the usual response has always been «Yeah, we’re just here to fill out the paperwork so that you can file the insurance paperwork». They don’t even bother to try to find the perp, let alone deal with the issue of reducing «petty» crime in our neighborhood.
So, kudos and appreciation to Officer Derby and his partner (who’s name I didn’t catch), and the fine people at the Marin Co. Sheriff’s Dept. Dispatch. I am most appreciative, especially as an informed consumer.
P. S. All the effort this dumbass went through was to steal a bag of dirty gym clothes. I hope they nail his ass.

I was stopped on Cordelia Road for doing a rolling stop at a stopsign. The cop gave me a lecture on rolling stops. Then he saw the boxes of human blood in the back of my truck marked ”DO NOT DELAY.” I told him I was sorry for making a rolling stop, but my cargo is time sensitive and I need to go soon. He let me go without a ticket.
So anyway: There’s a rolling stop trap on Cordelia Rd near the Firehouse