OK, I already typed this entry once, but then thanks to the gay ass back button on my mouse, I accidently deleted it. So, now, you get the highly abriviated version.
Yesterday after I dropped Chris and Ian's dad off at work, I was coming home down Thomas (cause there is no way in HELL I am getting on the I-10 E at 8:30 in the morning), and when I come up to the intersection of Thomas and 51st ave, I see that there has been an accident. A lady in an SUV had had a mild fender-bender in with a guy in a white ford Aires, and was now blocking the left turn lane and the far left through lane. Instead of getting out and exchanging insurance information, the guy in the Aires had instead opted to get out of his car, pull SUV lady out of hers and proceed to just start whaling on her. Right in the middle of the intersection. And every car in front of me was just. driving. past. Wtf?
So I, never one to mind my own business, was about to get out and get involved, when it dawned on me that maybe I should call the police first, since there was a good possibility that he might start swinging on me too. So I start diging for my phone, but before I can find it The lady gets away and gets into her car and drives off, as does Aires guy, so I opt for grabbing a pen and jotting down his liscence plate number, thinking, I'll call when I get home, as there was no sense in calling 9-1-1 if there was going to be none here when they got here.
So I get home and call the non-emergency line for the Phoenix police. The conversation between myself and the Evil Cop Bitch that answered went a little something like this:
Me: I'd like to report an incident I just saw.
ECB: OK, what happened?
Me: Tells her what happened
ECB: And how long ago was this?
Me: About 10 minutes.
ECB: *longpause* And you waited this long to call it in?
Me: Well, I just got home. I got the liscence plate number, though.
ECB: I understand that, but I don't get why you waited this long to call it in. There is an AM PM right there on the corner. Why couldn't you pull over and call it in right away?
Me: I was trying to find a pen...
EBC: Fine, what the liscence plate number?
Me: gives it to her
ECB: I still don't know why you waited until you got home. They could are long gone by now. He could have pulled her into his car or anything. Noone else has called it in. You probably jeopardized her life.
Me: No! I saw her get into her car and get away. He got in his and tried to follow her, but they got seperated and he finally turned the corner.
ECB: Oh, so she got away?
Me: Yes, I wouldn't have driven off otherwise.
ECB: OK, fine, whatever. What's your name and Phone number?
Me: Kai ******, 623-***-****
ECB: OK, thanks. *CLICK*
What the fuck? I call in to report a crime, and you yell at me because you don't think I did it in a timely enough manner? FUCK YOU! You tell me out of your own mouth that nobody else called it in (And I know there were at least 20 witnesses), and I am the only one who did the right thing, and you are bitching at me for not pulling my car over after they were both long gone and waiting for the cops so I could say "Yup, that's where the beat-down took place, nothing to see now, though". I was so pissed. I wasn't expecting a medal or a fucking parade or any kind of special recognition, but I damn sure don't deserve rudeness. Because nobody ever want's to get involved anymore, you get to ridicule me for giving a damn. Bitch.
OK, that's my story, just though I'd share it with you all. So yeah, now that I'm all cranky about it again, I'm gonna go. Later days!
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