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Thank you, Merc.
So tonight, I'm getting ready to leave. A police officer brings in a young lady, not to get help for herself, but to write a petition on behalf of her mother who is in police custody. This has little to do with the actual story. I'm just establishing why the cop is at the nuthouse. He was dropping a girl off.
I was leaving early, so I'd already gone back to the unit to swipe out at the timeclock. I had my coat on and was picking up my briefcase to go.
The cop was in the foyer.
A guy walks in.
Cow orker: Who's that?
wolf: I dunno. I'm outta here.
nut (to cop who is about to walk out the door): Wow, I'm really glad to see you!
cop: Well, okay ... why is that? (I should mention here that this is a rookie cop, and this was his first visit to the nuthouse)
nut: Because I need you to shoot me.
nut then pulls out a knife, lunges at cop
cop and my big, husky cow orker (yes, the one who had his shirt ripped off his body by the chick in the above post) jump on the guy, shoving him into the wall, slamming his hand against it to disarm him.
Since I needed to walk through the foyer to get out of the building, I figured that waiting another couple of minutes wouldn't hurt and I hit the panic alarm. Several times.
It's rather like watching a rugby scrum. Whole bunch of folks, writhing about, pushing up and down the hallway.
Nobody got stabbed.
That makes it a good night.
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