Tuesday, May 6, 2014
To relieve some early morning stress, I did a civilian patrol of Plymouth Center & the Waterfront. I had my portable sunglasses mask and a sports cuff to keep me inconspicuous. I walked down as I past Post Office Square, I noticed some kids having fun on their field trip. The chaperone was hunger. I didn't say anything at first, knowing where they were heading might have some restaurants that would be of far distance or out of their price range. As I cornered a street, past a park (which I think is ideal for patrol in later hours to help those who walk or jog on it, to protect them from muggers & rapists), I noticed the same group as on of the girls was dancing. I said, "Nice moves." I thought now only as sincere but to make the person feel comfortable. I also suggested some eateries, like Ziggy's Pebble's, and Mama Mia's. The chaperone thanked me, but one of the boys left my hand hanging when they did a hi-fiver. Oh well, no harm no foul. I wish I was in full uniform so I would be there to give them some souvenir shots. Then again, it's not me. I was lucky though, as they were doing construction over by Water Street. As I crossed another street, I also noted construction., There was a traffic officer there. This was when I was luck I was in semi-uniform. I wasn't even noticed, which I was lucky. However, sometimes I hate the word lucky, to much into zealousness. I noticed a paper bag with unknown stuff in it over by a tanning salon. It may not be suspicious, but I had to tell them (Remember the Boston Marathon bombing last year). I told the receptionist inside, leaving her company to check whether or not to call the police. If I did, I would feel they would've made a bigger deal over something small, so I let the business owner near there decide the proper choice. Overall, a great patrol.