I remember visiting Grandma in Syracuse. Some guy ran into the telephone pole out front, with a stolen car, and ran off. My Dad called the cops, but it took a while for one to show up. The cop apologized for taking so long, told my Dad, “We’ve been real busy, full moon tonight”.
They don’t call them “lunatics” for nothing. The ER used to be a madhouse. Every bi-polar crazed idiot was in attendance