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A mentally-ill/super-high man followed my sister and her boyfriend home and was trying to get inside our house. They couldn't even get in because everytime they attempted to do so, he'd be a step behind them, pushing his way in.
My imagination is normally non-existent, but it would get hyperactive when it comes to conjuring gruesome scenarios. Too much CSI and crime books can do that to a person. I'm still shaking with fear. And anger. Because nine minutes after Jan called the cops, the boys in blue were still noticeably absent. I knew it was nine minutes because I called the station again and was rudely reminded of the fact. Hatefully, I felt like how I usually feel when I'm in expensive salons - intimidated and apologetic because I'm clearly ignorant of how things are supposed to be done. The myriad of unpleasant things that could happen in nine minutes did cross my mind, but I had faith in the good men of the service. After all, my future brother-in-law is one of them and he's pretty reliable.
FORTY-FIVE minutes later, I'm still hovering beside the front door with a can of suede protector (Don't judge, the can says it's poisonous. I figured I'd just shoot for the eyes and the mouth.) and a wine bottle, ready to be smashed on crazy person's head and be stabbed into his stomach. When I called the police again, the lady panicked when she realized that my sister and my boyfriend were still outside and the fucking crazy person was still trying to get in.
Now there's a cop in the living room, getting statements from Jan and Kris. A good hour and a half after Jan gave them the first call.
What have I learned from tonight's episode?
a) Gone are the days of utmost faith in the Toronto Police. Suck on your doughnuts, I'm through with you.
b) Still, that didn't stop me from watching them while they interrogated and handcuffed crazy man. Lesson #2: Cop shows are pretty realistic when it comes to these scenes. Good job, TV people. You still have my utmost faith.
c) The fact that I actually planned on spraying and stabbing a person to death without hesitation scares the hell out of me. When cornered, humans become vicious, blood-thirsty beasts. It's a bit unsettling to know that I am no exception to this fact.
d) I should probably take up a sport. Hockey, maybe. Or baseball. Pucks, sticks, and bats are handy things to have around the house.
My imagination is normally non-existent, but it would get hyperactive when it comes to conjuring gruesome scenarios. Too much CSI and crime books can do that to a person. I'm still shaking with fear. And anger. Because nine minutes after Jan called the cops, the boys in blue were still noticeably absent. I knew it was nine minutes because I called the station again and was rudely reminded of the fact. Hatefully, I felt like how I usually feel when I'm in expensive salons - intimidated and apologetic because I'm clearly ignorant of how things are supposed to be done. The myriad of unpleasant things that could happen in nine minutes did cross my mind, but I had faith in the good men of the service. After all, my future brother-in-law is one of them and he's pretty reliable.
FORTY-FIVE minutes later, I'm still hovering beside the front door with a can of suede protector (Don't judge, the can says it's poisonous. I figured I'd just shoot for the eyes and the mouth.) and a wine bottle, ready to be smashed on crazy person's head and be stabbed into his stomach. When I called the police again, the lady panicked when she realized that my sister and my boyfriend were still outside and the fucking crazy person was still trying to get in.
Now there's a cop in the living room, getting statements from Jan and Kris. A good hour and a half after Jan gave them the first call.
What have I learned from tonight's episode?
a) Gone are the days of utmost faith in the Toronto Police. Suck on your doughnuts, I'm through with you.
b) Still, that didn't stop me from watching them while they interrogated and handcuffed crazy man. Lesson #2: Cop shows are pretty realistic when it comes to these scenes. Good job, TV people. You still have my utmost faith.
c) The fact that I actually planned on spraying and stabbing a person to death without hesitation scares the hell out of me. When cornered, humans become vicious, blood-thirsty beasts. It's a bit unsettling to know that I am no exception to this fact.
d) I should probably take up a sport. Hockey, maybe. Or baseball. Pucks, sticks, and bats are handy things to have around the house.