yesterday afternoon i saw a guy smashing the window of a parked car and stealing the bag inside.
of almost ten people watching, i was the only one that decided to do something. since he was going to go away undisturbed, i started following the thief and at the same time i called the police on my cellphone.
the police officer i spoke to, who was considerably less of an expert than me when it came to stalking criminals, kept giving me directions throught priceless mono-syllabic utterances, such as "yeah" and "fuck". he also wanted me to stop a police car nearly 5 miles away from me with my supernatural psychic powers, and that's the point when i was put in such confusion that i lost the man i was following. luckily enough, i managed to get to another police car idly sitting in a traffic jam and direct them to the last place i had seen the thief.
a third police car - or possibly the first one, as my not-really-field-agent buddy suggested - then pulled up nearby and the officers asked me inane questions while making no effort whatsoever to at least approach the crime scene, which was still no more than three blocks away. after dragging them there by the sheer force of my civic persona, i was profusely thanked by the car's owner while cop number 2 told me they'd "keep in touch". possibly they wanted some training.
however, what saddens me more is that out of all the people i told these events in the following hours,
nobody said to me i did the right thing.
that's why right now i feel pretty desolate.
rahvin.