A Reminder On Why I Hate Runaways

Friday I was dispatched to a runaway call. The address was familiar but I could not place it.....until I got there.

When I got to the call I met with a woman who greeted me by saying "you're one of the few who haven't been here before." That's when it hit me, this was the house of the runaway I had found last Sunday. So I told the mother that I hadn't been there before, but that I was the one that found her daughter last week.

It was a really easy report to take since I already had all the information from Sunday. It was just another reminder of why I hate dealing with runaways. You take the report, the runaway gets found so there is another report. Then the runaway runs away again.