Pond Life
My main reservation when I agreed to take the hours I work was not my own personal safety but the practical stuff like getting the Infant fed and washed, homework supervised, uniform prepared for the following day...
It didn't occur to me that I meet new and lower forms of life...
We had pond life in tonight; verminous, drug raddle, alcohol steeped and gobby. They began their raid at shortly before 5:00pm which is when a major shift change takes place and everyone's slightly flapping. A concerned member of the public spotted the 'carrier' and alerted us but too late to actually catch him. But several of us recognised him and when he and his mates came back later we were after them.
Of course they realised we were on to them. First they treated it as a game, splitting and heading in various directions, lippy too. Then they got bored and simply became unpleasant. Then they became verbally agressive. At that point we called the police. Before they could get to us a male customer intervened to scare them off and the police didn't attend, but the scum came back and this time they did some damage to the outside of the store, broke glass all over the public approach and rounded things off neatly with threats that "you're dead" over and over to me, the Store Manager and another member of staff.
How utterly charming I thought, this being the first time anyone has actually threatend to kill me - at least since the fall of Troy. So stupid of them not to recognise what they're dealing with - me being a bad tempered 50 foot tall Greek Goddess and all... Only later did I realise that I could and should have kneed him in the nuts at that point.
Ever since I got home I've been day-dreaming about driving my very bony knee-cap into that oh-so delicate part of his anatomy. Secretly it's something I've long dreamed of having the chance to do to just one inadequate bastard, just once in my life; and right now there isn't a better candidate (and that includes the Fat Bastard).
There's always tomorrow night, or if not then Saturday. What are the odds?
Quite why I have taken it upon myself to slot the Swindon Appreciation Department blog among those I (really do) read regularly shall remain a matter between me and my conscience; however if you do call on the Sub-Comandante you can read of his recent experience of equally effectual policing (though a different constabulary) there.
It didn't occur to me that I meet new and lower forms of life...
We had pond life in tonight; verminous, drug raddle, alcohol steeped and gobby. They began their raid at shortly before 5:00pm which is when a major shift change takes place and everyone's slightly flapping. A concerned member of the public spotted the 'carrier' and alerted us but too late to actually catch him. But several of us recognised him and when he and his mates came back later we were after them.
Of course they realised we were on to them. First they treated it as a game, splitting and heading in various directions, lippy too. Then they got bored and simply became unpleasant. Then they became verbally agressive. At that point we called the police. Before they could get to us a male customer intervened to scare them off and the police didn't attend, but the scum came back and this time they did some damage to the outside of the store, broke glass all over the public approach and rounded things off neatly with threats that "you're dead" over and over to me, the Store Manager and another member of staff.
How utterly charming I thought, this being the first time anyone has actually threatend to kill me - at least since the fall of Troy. So stupid of them not to recognise what they're dealing with - me being a bad tempered 50 foot tall Greek Goddess and all... Only later did I realise that I could and should have kneed him in the nuts at that point.
Ever since I got home I've been day-dreaming about driving my very bony knee-cap into that oh-so delicate part of his anatomy. Secretly it's something I've long dreamed of having the chance to do to just one inadequate bastard, just once in my life; and right now there isn't a better candidate (and that includes the Fat Bastard).
There's always tomorrow night, or if not then Saturday. What are the odds?
Quite why I have taken it upon myself to slot the Swindon Appreciation Department blog among those I (really do) read regularly shall remain a matter between me and my conscience; however if you do call on the Sub-Comandante you can read of his recent experience of equally effectual policing (though a different constabulary) there.
posted by Enyo @ 10:12 pm
1 Comments:
At 7:43 am,
Lily said…
Just time before I gird up the loins and head off for work to say thanks for posting a comment on my blog and I LOVE YOURS!!!! Actually I stumbled across it last night while I was engaged in the mind numbing exercise of clicking on 'next blog' in the hope of finding something interesting among the incomprehensible, mundane, anorak-y (acky?), soft porn and blatant advertising that pass themselves off as blogs. Yours stood out in a good way and I thought then that I ought to pause for a thorough read-through but by then the eyes were bleary and the index finger on automatic click mode so I travelled on. I will though, promise x
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