Sandstone County Sheriffs Department - To Serve, To Protect, To Get Rid of All Dirtbag Criminals by 2026
Yesterday, the temperature was very frigid and a strong northern wind wasn't making it any better. In the midst of this terrible weather Officer Hidrent and his partner were outside directing traffic. They were both unbearably cold. All the while, their Sargent was sitting comfortably in his warm squad car, drinking a hot coffee and watching these two men at work in the ghastly weather. Officer Hidrent suddenly asked his partner, "why are we out in this weather directing traffic when our boss is up there in the comfort of his vehicle?"
"I don't know," responded the other. "I'll ask him."
So he crossed the street and went to his boss. "Sarge, why are we out in this terrible weather and you're sitting comfortably in your squad?"
"Intelligence," the boss replied."
"What do you mean, ‘intelligence'?"
"I'll show you," the Sargent said, as he climbed from his vehicle. "I'll put my hand on this tree and I want you to hit it with your fist as hard as you can." The officer took a mighty swing and tried to hit the boss's hand. The Sargent quickly removed his hand and the officer hit the tree hard. The boss then said, "Now, that's intelligence, so get back to work!"
The wounded officer went back to his station, rubbing his sore hand. Hidrent asked him, "What did he say?"
"He said we are down here because of intelligence."
"What's intelligence?" asked the puzzled Hidrent?
The officer, hand still throbbing, put his hand on his face and said, "take your flashlight and hit my hand as hard as you can . . ."