I had a post that I partially wrote earlier this week and the intention was to complete for today. Alas, poor Yorrick I knew him Horatio, but other obligations were thrust upon me (mandatory overtime for work, doing beta reading for a fellow writer, summer weather, the great outdoors, WRITING) thus preventing poor Yorrick who knew Horatio not-so-well from completing said post.
But....have no fear, Underoos is here with a tale of how a local po-po department can make a good impression not.
Last Thursday afternoon, I was taking my mandatory siesta (aka break) out in the front courtyard at work (aka, sitting on a garden wall people watching/meditating), when a locally intoxicated numbnut staggered across the courtyard and came to a quivering stop some five feet from me.
Full of liquid courage and probably containing a blood alcohol high enough to light a match simply by breathing on it, said intoxicated numbnut began challenging me to a fight (aka, repeating the phrase "stand up" with the appropriate hand gestures). I attempted to speak to him in a language the he could comprehend (monosyllables), but after having my seriously short three letter word fall on deaf ears, I decided to go back inside. As a parting shot, said intoxicated numbnut complained that I was "disrespecting him" by walking away.
I talked to security, who immediately called the local constabulary (aka Hartford Po-Po) to say that a drunk was harassing an employee. The HPPD promptly said, "We'll send a squad car over". Said intoxicated numbnut staggered down the road to harass the local food truck, then staggered back to the package store to buy more booze, thus increasing his blood alcohol to a higher level of stupid.
Not once did the local po-po find the time to show up and arrest said numbnut. To say I was disappointed would not be a good choice of word. Nor would saying I was surprised would be a good choice of world either. A good choice of word would be: it figures.
Moral of this tale: Unless you're a employee of the local hospital and somehow get injured doing something stupid, in which case the po-po will bust a donut to get there, don't expect the po-po to show up in a timely manner, because in this city, quality of life crimes really don't matter. It's much better to be reactive than proactive.
One other tidbit I must mention: In Connecticut, it's actually a felony to threaten/harm a state employee.
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