C.H.P Can't Handle People!

A friend of my got picked up by the Sheriff over the weekend on a warrant that no one knew existed, except for the asshole CHP officer who issued it way back in April. Mind you it is now September. Now without going into great detail, basically the Rookie ASS CHP officer did not follow correct procedures when he dealt with my friend back in February when the "incident" occurred, and there fore was no doubt chewed out by his superior officer for being such a rookie ass cop. Trying to save face the cop made up some ridiculous bullshit charges and filed them, IN APRIL. Two months later!
If my friend was truly guilty of "assaulting" this officer, as the rookie ass cop claimed, most would have assumed he would have been arrested on the spot and hauled off to jail right then and there. (Hey I watch COPS. They do it every time.)
Anyway back to the story, my friend called and asked if I could help him out, but first I had to find out the booking number they gave him. I called the county jail "hot line" and was informed that the computer was down and to call back later....much later.
I later found out, by my friend, that an inmate who was tiered of waiting for his bunk after being in a holding cell for nearly 5 days, charged down the hallway and ran head first into the "booking computer" putting it permanently out of commission.
Appartly this computer had to be a state of the art fancy piece of government shit here because it even screwed up the automated telephone answering service. Which when finally fixed put you on hold for 15 minutes, listening to the same voice repeating over and over, stating "we are sorry but all operators are busy at this time, please continue to hold, your call will be answered shortly." After a quick cat nap the same voice finally answered the phone, I asked for the booking number and where my friend was bunked at...I got the number but my friend was still stuck in the holding cell (2 days after he got arrested).
Now I know jail is not meant to be comfortable or fun, it's jail for God's sake, but even the most sane of people would go nuts being locked up in a room the size of my bathroom with 15 of guys and a toilet in the middle of them for more than a few hours. Some poor smucks were in there for 5 days thanks to the dumb ass who busted the fancy computer!

Finally last night I went to pick up this friend who just got released out of the county jail. Now when you go to pick up an inmate who is getting out it's not like showing up and tada there they are waiting for you. No you have to park in the parking lot at the far end of the jail, which has no parking lights, and wait from 7:00 - 10:00 p.m. for your person to appear in what ever clothes they happened to arrive in the jail in. And there was some pretty odd looking dressed inmates coming out in anywhere from p.j's to business suits.
I kinda felt bad for some of these guys for who wouldn't call the cops on some strange guy wandering around the neighborhood in his p.j.'s or a fancy business suit in Salinas late at night?
For entertainment I had the joy of watching a local county sheriff guy pull up with four cups of Starbucks coffee's and head for the "secret" back door. He said something to the camera above the door and held up the coffee's as proof. Nothing happened. The officer then began fumbling around in his pockets for his keys, which he could not find. Finally and obviously pissed he smartly used the radio latched to his belt and demanded that the door be opened. Hearing there was coffee his follow officers rushed to greet him.
Shortly after this drama the first group of 3 newly released guys emerged from the same door. They hollered with joy and lit a cigarette in celebration of they're new found freedom. Then the realization of "what they hell do I do now?" looked passed over their faces as they wandered around the parking lot debating where to go and how to get there.
They did this for about thirty minutes until the next group of 3 guys came out. They too beamed with joy and lit a few cigs. until a plain clothed cop appeared at the door and told one of them to "Come here for a minute."
"Why?" the man asked not moving.
His buddies however must have known something was up because they magically moved across the parking lot in a matter of seconds, hopping in their rides awaiting them, and awaited the drama about to unfold.
"Just come here for a minute." the cop repeated, motioning back in the door for assistance.
Seeing this the dude did not hesitate, he turned and hauled ass across the parking lot with the cop giving chase yelling into his radio for back up.
One would have thought war had been declared as sheriffs magically appeared out of no where and everywhere.
It was like a swarm of killer bees descending from the hive, as literally 20 sheriff's, gripping there guns and yelling in their radios, came rushing out of the jail, searching madly for the poor sap, who was already tackled and cuffed, and didn't even make it more than 50 feet down the parking lot.
As they cuffed him and dragged him back to the jail I over heard him exclaiming "How can I have a warrant? I've been in jail!?"
Apparently that state of the art fancy piece of government shit computer forgot to inform the local sheriff of this guy's warrant. Even tho he'd been in jail for months. Kinda fucked up. Give a guy his freedom after months in a jail cell then rearrest his ass 30 seconds after he thinks he's finally served his time and is free.
Which explained the behavior of the next three guys they let out an hour later. Slowly the first guy pops open the door and scans the parking lot for any signs of more busy killer bee cops. Seeing the coast is clear they bolt from the door running, scanning the parking lot like deer caught in the headlights. Apparently these guys were so fearful of sharing the last guy's fate they didn't even take the time to finish belting their pants or tying their shoes as they ran awkwardly out towards the parking lot in a full out sweat. When they made it past the 25 foot border fence the first guy hollered with joy as he spotted his wife in the car awaiting him.
"Hey my car! Come on man before they change their minds!"
It took those three guys, who obviously did not starve in jail, two minutes to load up in the car and beat it out of there. Practically burning their back tires off as they left the parking lot. Careful boys..all you need is to get pulled over for speeding in the jail parking lot.
It was then that a morbid looking guy in a black doctor's outfit appeared out of the door pulling a suit case. The first thing he did was to lite a cigar from his pocket as he flip his stethoscope out of his way. This guy looked like Hannibal after he just broke out of his cell in Silence of the Lambs. Maybe that's why they sent him out by himself. I watched him, as I locked all my doors, wander around the parking lot as if awaiting someone to pick him up. Chatting shortly with the sheriff scoping out the cars in the parking lot for anything fishy.

Finally my friend appeared about 9:00 and walked right past the car. When I yelled at him he said didn't recognize it because "it looks clean".
Yeah thanks a fucking lot, it's a Cachagua car, but even people in Cachagua wash their cars once in a while. Just lite your damn cig and let's go. I've seen enough drama for one night.