There were from all over the place, all told in the first person.
There was one story I really liked...
There were two police officers in a cruiser who got sent to a house with a complaint that the woman's neighbor was exposing himself to her. When the cops got there, it was a little old lady, and she said a middle aged man living in the house next to her was parading back and forth in front of open windows with no clothes on.
The officers asked to see where the guy was exposing himself, so the lady took them into the room that faced the guy's house. They looked out the window, but saw a six foot high solid wood fence that completely obscured the first floor of the guy's house. They could barely even see the tops of the windows. One of the officers said something like "Ma'am, I can't even see the windows, how on earth could the guy be exposing himself?
The little elderly lady let out an exasperated huff, climbed on a chair, looked towards the neighbor's house and said "Look! Look! He's doing it right now!"
There was a companion book about military stories, which was pretty good. I wish I could remember the names of those books!
When I finally get around to writing mine, it’s going to be titled, “Sergeant Major, I swear to God I’m not making this sh#t up!”
Which is how one of my First Sergeants started the phone call telling me one of his heroes had been invited to appear on Maury Povich’s “Who’s the Daddy” show. I asked him why his knucklehead would put his laundry in the street like that, and he said that he had asked that very question. The answer was “Well, Top, they gonna give me a trip to New York, a ride in a limo, a night in a hotel, and a hundred dollars. If it turns out it’s mine, I’ll give her 75 of it for diapers and sh#!”
No lie.