Commanders have the Greatest Jobs/The Things That Wind Up in My Bath Tub/How I Spent My Snow Day

There's a rule that says that I have to "maintain equipment to industry standards."  No one knows what that means, but after I calculated that I could not physically carry enough quarters to wash all the duty gear at the  laundromat, and that they probably would have screamed anyway, after 8 hours, it's all done, just like the pioneers did it, by beating it with a stick in their bathtubs.

It isn't exactly ALL done.  After recalling that to outfit a class of 24 people of varying waist sizes you need about 60 belts, students are doing their own.  The bottle of laundry detergent said it would do thirty loads, I used it and a huge bottle of Dawn dishwashing detergent and a gallon of vinegar, because it was within reach.  But each holster, cuff case, keeper and everything else is now spring-fresh.

The water looked like a cross between Nelsonville tap water, the Hocking River, and the Green Pond at the range.  I found 3 live 9mm shells, 4 empty cases and a pair of cuffs, which means that in addition to being dirty, some students don't follow directions, but that isn't news.

This shot was done in 16:9 cinematic ratio,
 to capture the effect of the entire tub being full of crap

Now I have to disinfect the tub, 'cause I don't know where you've been