Hot Pursuit

Civil Servant

I grumbled when my sister dragged me to Target before my shift at the store. It's just so demanding (not), and I pursue a routine of relaxation and mental preparation before attending to the masses. Not everyone can sweep a black rug free of lint and arrange the milks according to sale prices. Plus I was sporting a red shirt, and sure enough several elderly women demanded my assistance with inventory. Further, I was neglected by the actual staff when hauling hundreds of dollars of apartment furnishings in their under-sized cart.

Fortunately, the action in the parking lot vindicated the entire trip. Upon leaving, I witnessed two individuals assaulting each other in a car. One launched on the other with a furious barrage of fist pounding interspersed with attempted choking. As the women who nearly sued me once for the "alleged slip and slide incident" explained, to dismiss an incident of violence is to be as guilty as the culprit. Hence, I put my BlackBerry to the best use of its short career, hastily dialing 911, reconsidering for fear of being involved, then ultimately committing to the call. While dialing, one individual was tossed from the car, staggering before collapsing in front of the Target crosswalk.

Target justice

My sister frantically swerved around the parking lot to tail the driver who flagrantly blew through a red light (only to be stopped at the next one-karma). We notified the cops of the highway and direction of the vehicle with an explicit description, and they confirmed that the suspect was already wanted. Several minutes later we arrived to witness justice, the car surrounded by several detectives and a myriad of police cars.

Our theories abound about the motivation for the assault, but one thing is confirmed. I'm looking for a career that provides daily excitement, though hopefully not at the expense of a beating and an arrest. Now, off to the store...

I never would have witnessed this if I had a "real" job.