Feb 03, 2009 17:03
I fucking hate police.
I just got back from the station where i wanted to get a police report and after going to the back and disapearing 3 times the detective tells me I can get you a phone number. He walks over to the secretary who has been sitting there the whole time and asks her what the number is. Then he hands me a sheet of paper off her desk, saying he called the number, but it was a recording so he didn't have the patience to deal with it and that their newest policy is not to give people poliece reports. He very litterally insunated that i was lucky i hadn't been raped. if i had i would be able to get a copy of my police report (and it would probably be free). I basically looked at him and said, yes i should be happy that i wasn't raped...thankfully the rest of what i thought i kept to myself.
but on the day of the police were horrible to me too, granted i was crying, but they evaded all of my questions and said oh the detective will do that...but the detectives say, oh we don't actually come and look at your appartmetn, we interview you over the phone. And they said well just be glad no one got hurt. Then they shook Ant's hand and i reached mine out and they ignored me.