And part of why I like my job is cause I’m pretty good at deescalating conflicts without violence or police involvement
And that *might* be because my primary coping mechanism for stress is humor, and if the guy in the uniform isn’t stressed out, usually nobody else is either
But anyhow today I witnessed a crime, which 911 had already been called for
And I’m telling the guy, you know, as he’s running away, that nobody’s gonna touch him, we don’t do that here, I don’t have any weapons and he can totally walk on out if he wants to
And he gives me this ‘go-fuck-yourself" type answer, right? As you do
And I fucking
I fucking. Start danCING
I DONT KNOW WHY
I WAS JUST LIKE “aight guess I’ll go fuck myself then, cheerio” AND START FUCKING DANCING
LIKE MY BRAIN WAS LIKE “Cool not being attacked, gotta keep the witnessed calm, gotta stay chill and breezy” AND THE PHYSICAL RESPONSE FOR THAT WAS TO SYART DOING THIS SASSY FUCKING JIG
I DIDNT EVEN REALIZR I WAS FDOUNG IT UNTIL SOMEONE POIU TED IT OUT AFTER
and it all ended fine and the dude is in custody and I get a call from my boss like “Yeah we’re gonna need to send footage to police”
AND
FUCKING
THIS IS GOING TO BE SHOWN IN COURT SOMEWHERE
IM DOUNG A SRUPID LITTLE DANCE ON CAMERA AS THIS GUY LOSES HIS MIND AND ITS GONNA BE ON COURT SOMEWHERW
