Today, I wanted to know what happened to the morons that ran into me last night. (Well, early this morning.) I’m really sore today (neck, back, right knee, jaw), and it’s made me cranky. So I went by the police station to find out what was up. Also, I had some more information that I thought might be useful. So I asked what had become of my attacker. (Does a hit-and-run count as an attack? I don’t really know.) The woman at the front desk explained to me, through half an inch of plexiglass, that I’d have to talk to the officer that took the report. So I asked when I could do that. She said that he worked from something like midnight until 6am. So I told her that wasn’t really the best option, and couldn’t I talk to somebody during normal living hours? She said no, and sent me away.
So I thought about it, and got irritated. What kind of a ridiculous setup did they have that required me to talk to the officer in the middle of the night? I gave a call to the police station, specifically to the police administration number, thinking that I’d go over this woman’s head. Well, who do I get, but my new friend at the police station. She explained to me in a slow, firm voice, that nobody else knows about this case but the officer. I asked if there would be any time in the future when anybody else would, and she said, no, only him. Surely he’d file some paperwork at some point? Apparently not. So I asked her if she was suggesting that I should set my alarm for 3am to get up and walk down to the police station to meet the officer. She said that was pretty much what I’d have to do. I told her that I had more information that might help catch the suspect (I’m assuming that he hasn’t been caught — I have no way of knowing), and she hung up on me.
Now thoroughly upset, I went to City Hall, where I was, bizarrely, directed to the treasurer’s office. So the treasurer herself, Jennifer Brown, intervened, although it’s definitely not her job. She tried calling a few higher-ups, but nobody was available. She gave me the direct number of the Chief of Police a Lieutenant, and apologetically suggested that I wait until tomorrow and call one of them. She apologized for the foolish treatment that I’d received from the police department.
Now that’s what I wanted to hear. So I still don’t know if anybody’s been arrested, I don’t know what happened to the drunks that were sitting in that car, and I have no idea what happens next. But somebody was nice to me. And that goes a long way.