I bet, I only worked as a police dispatcher for a short stint.<quoted text>
We have a young man in the neighborhood, who works for a different law enforcement group every month or so. His parents bought him an old scanner/radio, a nice looking badge, a toy night stick, an officer's hat, and a bright orange vest.
Often he would direct traffic in the neighborhood, threaten to write you up for some violation, but always let you off with a bit of a warning. Yeah, he heads back to the HQ every night, too.
The job was just a little too crazy for me. One minute your dealing with a car flipped over on a rail road track on fire, people inside and the train coming. The next minute you have two year old asking you how to do CPR on a goldfish.
I have had enough drama in my life. Someone else can do it.