Never when you need one.

One time L and I caught a guy stealing beer from a gas station. It was the end of my shift. I was working security for the law office next door and this dude came running out with two twelve packs of beer and the clerk in tow. He was a little white guy who looked to be in his early fifties. I think the beer weighed more than he did. L and I cut him off as he was trying to escape to his get-away car, a rickety old Chevy Celebrity. His buddies, waiting for him in the car, instantly tromped on the gas and the old clunker sputtered away before we had the thought to get the license number. The poor little dude gave up any hope of escape when his buds left him behind. He turned around without saying a word and we escorted him back into the store. The clerk dialed 911 and reported that we had the thief in custody and needed the police to show up and arrest him. It took just over an hour for a cop to show up and arrest the dude. I was so pissed that I was about ready to let the guy go. As the cop was writing the report and getting our statements the old Chevy did a drive by (I guess it's true that they return to the scene of the crime.) We quickly point out the car and the cop bolts to his cruiser like...well a lot like a guy who just stole a couple twelve packs, and tears off in hot pursuit. I thought about waiting for the cop to come back and finish taking my statement for all of one second before L and I went home. We never heard anything about it from that point on.