Worst Experience:
I had been living in my apartment in NYC for about 2 weeks, when I got in from work one night only to find my apartment ransacked, and the few paltry possessions I had, taken. I did what I thought I was supposed to do and called the precint (which was 2 blocks away) They declined to help me and told me to call 911 (but it's not an emergency -- doesn't matter call 911) So i called 911, and got left on hold for 20 minutes. When I described the problem, the operator asked me if the poipatraitahs (I can't spell brooklynese) wuz still in da apahtment. Ummm, yes, they are standing here with a gun to my head... making me make this phone call.. (Hello, I've been on hold 20 minutes... I could be dead) So I file the report - 4 hours later, at 12:45am, the cops come banging at my door to take the report. I had just opened up the window on teh fire escape to let in some air, and the gate was still locked and had been all day. The cop starts yelling at me that that was how the burglers got in -- because I was careless and left the window open. I told the cop to turn around and look at the kitchen window (which the top half was broken,a nd there were two very clear hand prints on the wall... Gee office krupke, you wanna tell me how the bad guys got into my apartment?
Absolutely useless experience... Then about a month later I get a letter from victim's services asking for a donation
Best Experience.
There've been a lot.
The time I tripped down a subway step ( I content I was pushed but that's another story) and ended up breaking my ankle. Officer O'Reilly (15 years later i have never forgotten this guy) helped me hobble over to a chair where I wouldn't get stepped on to wait for the ambulance, waited with me, keeping me entertained, telling me jokes and stories while we waited.... then I went to get fixed up... That night he called to see how I was feeling.
There was the time that I got a flat after driving my sister back to school (in da bronx) and my parents car (which Iw as driving) got a flat somewhere in the bronx (it was kinda late) Now I am perfectly capable of changing my own tire, but it was late, it was cold, and it was raining, and I was in the Bronx (I was about 1/2 a mile or so from Fordham University -- not on a highway -- no idea where I was)
So I sucked it up, got out of the car to change the tire, when a friendly NYC cop happened along, shone his lights, and actually (and this was against department policy) got out fo the car and changed the tire for me - and then had me follow him to the highway so I could get home.