So, today, I’m back near the scene of the accident, and wanting to get an accident report from the Sherrif’s station. I was told I had to stop by in person to the office to get a copy.
My plan was to drop by during lunch, but people decided it was their goal today to screw with my plans, and lunch was more a theoritical idea than an tangible concept. I decided to call the office to see if it was possible to just pick up a copy after 5, since no one would bug me after they went home, I hoped.
I called, got transfered, and actually said these words to the person manning the accident information at the police station:
“How late are you guys open?”
“We’re open 24 hours!”
I felt like such an idiot – it’s a POLICE STATION, it’d be quite bad form to call it a day at 5. I even noted what a moron I was to the poor woman forced to deal with morons like myself before being assured all I need was an ID (check) and the accident number (check).
Let me continue this on a new page.