The Clark County sheriff in Nevada is not messing around anymore when it comes to the teen takeovers!
Las Vegas Metro police implemented the destruction policy to deter dangerous stunt driving that endanger lives and damages property.
What do you guys think about this move?
🚨JUST IN: Jarvis Butts, who was sentenced to up to 60 years in prison two weeks ago for killing and sexually assaulting 13-year-old Na'Ziyah Harris and for the sexual assaults of five other young girls ranging in age from 4 to 13 was found dead in prison!
FAFO!
@garonnevik Once couldn't adopt a dog because it would be let out to potty. "Dogs don't have the physiology to protect themselves." Are you freaking kidding me? Adoption places are run by blue haired nazis.
I’m probably opening up a can of worms here, but to those saying I need to spay my cats, consider a few things. We are a grain farm. Grain farms attract rodents. Hundreds of them. Big ones. We can use cats, or we can use more chemicals to handle them. Your choice.
Humane societies refuse to give cats to farms. They claim cats are not for work, they are for domestic use only. I have tried. So we have to breed our own, and farmers have a whole network to manage this. We take excellent care of our cats. They are handled and loved. But we are not the city. We are not a neighborhood. We are a rural farm trying to keep our chemical and disease levels low.
This dumb bonnet b!tch is the mother of the one-year-old that was shot by police because she’s a fu#%ing thief.
No tears. No grief.
Nothing.
Allegations are surfacing that she used the baby as a human shield.
Both women should be charged for the baby’s death.
🚨 AWESOME! In response to thug "teen takeovers," Nevada Sheriff Kevin McMahill is now DEMOLISHING and literally CRUSHING the vehicles used to terrorize the local population
FAFO 🔥🔥
"Street takeovers...end up in lives lost, property damage and wreaking havoc. It is NOT ACCEPTABLE."
The cars are now being turned into SCRAP.
He fed all 150 of us before he made himself a plate.
Friday the 13th. United flight 2480, San Francisco to Houston.
Somewhere over New Mexico, a passenger collapsed in the bathroom. The plane went quiet in that particular way, the kind where strangers who will never know each other's names start silently praying for the same person.
We made an emergency landing in Albuquerque. An ambulance was already waiting on the tarmac.
That should have been the story.
But the delay pushed our crew past their legal flying hours. FAA rules. Nobody's fault, just the math of safety regulations meeting a long, hard day. A new crew had to fly in from Chicago. We weren't leaving until almost 10:30 that night.
Seven extra hours. In an airport. With cranky kids, empty stomachs, and the particular exhaustion of watching a short delay quietly turn into an entire evening you didn't plan for.
United sent meal vouchers. Eventually. 7:15 p.m.
Every restaurant in the terminal was already closed.
150 people. A stack of useless paper. Nowhere to spend it.
That's when our captain picked up his phone.
He didn't ask corporate. Didn't wait for approval. Didn't make an announcement to the gate so everyone would know what he was about to do. He just called a local pizza place and ordered 30 pizzas.
Out of his own pocket.
When the boxes arrived, he didn't hand them off to a gate agent and walk away. He organized a line, by seat number, the only fair way to do it, and stood there in his full captain's uniform, serving slices to exhausted strangers one at a time. When a box ran out, he broke it down and opened the next one.
He fed all 150 of us.
Then, and only then, he made himself a plate.
Before we finally boarded the replacement flight, he stood at the door and shook the hand of every single passenger as they walked past him to their seat. Every one.
I've flown more flights than I can count.
I have never seen anything like this.
Nothing about that night was in his job description. Nobody would have faulted him for handing out vouchers and disappearing into the crew lounge to rest. He had every reason to be as tired as the rest of us.
He chose to be the one still standing, still serving, still making sure 150 strangers felt like someone in that building actually cared whether they ate.
That's not customer service.
That's just who he is when no one's required to be.
To the captain of Flight 2480, somewhere out there, you probably don't think this was a big deal.
It was. 🍕✈️
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@fesshole That is incredibly sweet. I lost my mom when I was 49 & she always hated that she missed my first steps. You are an awesome person for doing that fir the parents!
Nursery manager. The past 18 years I've seen so many babies take their first steps and not said anything to their parents apart from "I think they're so close to walking!" Then I act all surprised when they report that their little one finally took their first steps at home.
@MissyBBBobtail My sister's cat bites her ankles when she sings "Happy Birthday". Yes, my sister is a horrible singer. No, the cat does not care. CHOMP!
My cat died yesterday. He took his nap in his favorite spot and never woke up.
Broke down in a meeting today because I miss him.
I just miss his little face. We spent 13 amazing years together.