P.S.

A bit of a misnomer because Google will place this above the last post, but I forgot that I wanted to add one thing.

A week or two ago we were dispatched to a domestic violence where the boyfriend had thrown a bottle of mustard at the complainant. Though I found it appropriate to joke that he may have just mistaken her for a Ballpark Frank, a senior officer made the valid point that at least it hadn't been ketchup. Imagine being the first officer on the scene and seeing a woman covered in a red, bloody mess... You'd be screaming for an ambulance until her 4 year old daughter came up and dipped a french fry in it.