Had a lady the other night who wanted to complain about the detail police officer. It seems he was "rude" to her because he wouldn't let her park in the (full) lot. (Yeah...it's full. Use the auxiliary lot, please.) She went on for several minutes, filled with righteous indignation, and wound up by asking me what I was going to do about it.
What I thought: "Hell, make a fricking citizen's arrest? He's a COP, lady."
What I said: "Ma'am, I have no control over what the police do. I'm not their boss just because they detail here. They're the police. I can give you the station number if you want to speak to the sergeant about his officer."
SC: "WHAT? You expect ME to call them myself? This is ridiculous! Why should I have to?"
Me: "I certainly can if you like, but bear in mind I wasn't there when this happened. You're the one that knows the full story."
SC: "Ugh, fine. Give me the number."
Come on, lady. You go to town bitching out a random person who can't do ANYTHING about your complaint, but when afforded with the opportunity to actually speak to the person who can, it's, like... beneath you somehow?
WTF?
What I thought: "Hell, make a fricking citizen's arrest? He's a COP, lady."
What I said: "Ma'am, I have no control over what the police do. I'm not their boss just because they detail here. They're the police. I can give you the station number if you want to speak to the sergeant about his officer."
SC: "WHAT? You expect ME to call them myself? This is ridiculous! Why should I have to?"
Me: "I certainly can if you like, but bear in mind I wasn't there when this happened. You're the one that knows the full story."
SC: "Ugh, fine. Give me the number."
Come on, lady. You go to town bitching out a random person who can't do ANYTHING about your complaint, but when afforded with the opportunity to actually speak to the person who can, it's, like... beneath you somehow?
WTF?

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