Random anonymous anecdote: I was walking around 27th and 6th last Saturday and there was a wasted homeless guy crawling on the cement, doing a full Hasslehoff — trying to get up but falling over each time. After seeing him do this twice walking down 6th, I and this random Muscle Dude stopped and kept him down. Realizing we couldn't leave him alone, Muscle Dude ran (naturally) to the police station LITERALLY DOWN THE BLOCK while I waited. 20 super awkward minutes after Muscle Dude got back, and after a crowd of smoke-breaking waiters gathered, up 6th avenue comes a police cruiser with two meatheads that, for reasons unknown, stops 15 feet away.
A few minutes go by while the crowd just kind of looks on at the them like the end of Close Encounters; meatheads #1 & #2 staring blankly through their wraparound Oakleys. After a few minutes I approached their window (my alturism maxes at half an hour). Meathead #1 rolls it down, gazes over my shoulder and shoots a Joe Hollywood "Yea?" I explained to him what happened and after doing so assumed I had fufilled my civic duty - but, I swear to god, meathead #1 looks back forward and rolls up the window without saying a word.
2 minutes go buy, he rolls down the window, gum smacking. "So?"
"So, can you help this dude out?".
Meathead #1 lets out a huge meat-sigh, mumbles something about them "missing another call", opens the door and chest waddles his way out, griping the door underhand to display the tris. It's THEN meathead #2 calls an ambulance.
Moral of the story: Cops aren't assholes, they're lazy assholes. Oh, and don't stop to help your fellow man, it'll suck 45 minutes out of your day and probably get him a night in the tank.