Hate 'Em/Love 'Em

Drunks... I both hate them and love them.

I hate them because they always come to talk to me at a scene (especially if it happens on the strip) and they ask stupid fucking questions, like 'What happened?' when there are two cars that obviously collided into each other. They also ask 'Anyone die?' when there is a yellow tarp covering a body sized lump in the middle of the street.

I love them because they won't remember anything I say to them. I also can usually get them to go on camera to explain 'what happened', showing everyone back at the station why I don't bother seeking out sound on the weekend overnight!