So, I was heading back to the precinct after a coffee run and this little old lady who looks disturbingly like my grandfather in drag drops her shopping bag in front of me. Being a gentleman, I stop to help her pick up her cantaloupe and what do you think she does? She hits me in the head with her cane, and says that if I don't drop her melons right away, she's going to cry rape. Even explaining that I'm a cop didn't stop her from actually yelling that at the top of her lungs.
Somethings wrong with some of the people here. I'm genuinely disturbed.