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She was so smug.
I turned to the officer. “Officer, if I said I
wanted to punch someone right now, would I
get in trouble?”
“Ma’am, this is a police station!”
“Okay, how about this: If I had a mental health
diagnosis, would I be allowed to hit
someone?”
The officer’s eyes widened. “If you could
show proof that you can’t control your
actions, we would only issue a warning to
your family, and they would be responsible for
compensation.”
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“Is that so? Thanks for explaining.”
I turned to Patricia, raised my fist, and started
punching. She was too surprised to react at
first, then started yelling and trying to dodge.
“You cops are useless! I pay your salary and
you let her beat me in the station! I’m
someone you can’t mess with! I’ll take you
down for this!”
The officers were clearly tired of her attitude, they went over there and “stopped” me, while
also kind of holding Patricia still, so I could
punch her more easily. Finally, when I was
tired, I pulled out a picture from my phone. It
was a note saying I had a diagnosis of mental health issues and depression.
Patricia looked like she went 10 rounds with a
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Patricia looked like she went 10 rounds with a
boxer. “I’m going to sue you! I’ll sue you until you rot in prison! I’m going to report you all!”
I smiled, “I’ll be waiting for that! And I’ll say sorry for it, and pay medical bills. What a good citizen I am!” It was like she was born to get hit!
