Our Casey~Face{Some} Old White Men REALLY SUCK. (It's a rant).
Good Morning All;
I am back inside; after trying to mow a bit. I did. Then threw the belt... It is WAAAAY too bloody hot to try to put it back on right now, so I shall wait a bit and take advantage of my very premature 'break' as it is...
hehehe
I am actually beginning to feel overheated already! Go figure...
Hope all is well with everyone else.
We had quite a 'trying' week here. Both for Casey and myself.
On Monday Casey had an appointment at the clinic for 7AM, and has some infection in her teeth. The dentist (because of her history) sent her off to another dental dentist/surgeon. This 1st dentist not even prescribing an antibiotic, even though he was repeatedly told she has no spleen. WTF?
So she calls this referral; the other dentist.
Understandably, he won't prescribe without seeing her first- and had an available appointment for her on the 29th. Whew.
Oh, but wait!!!!
We had misheard.
It was the 29th, (of August)!!!
Not even close enough; nope, not by a long shot. She had even informed the staff there about her absent spleen. They cared not one whit about that. -
Now, please keep in mind that Casey and I watched Randy have a stroke in front of us, and due to the fact that he hadn't sought treatment for an infected tooth!!!! The infection traveling to his heart, setting in on his mitral valve. He was fine until a little piece of infection/vegetation had broken off and settled in his brain. It was an awful morning here as we waited for the rescue squad and the cops to get here. Grrr...
But I digress...
So Casey ended up calling her GP- At least HE prescribed her something, sight unseen- and who probably also had a few words with that first dentist. (They are in the same building).
* If you read my "note" from Friday, then you know that Casey still ended up at the hospital...
But, back to Monday.
I also had a pain management appointment at 10:30AM. Casey came with and even came in with me.
We left there about 11:30. Which meant that we had time to pick up a few groceries at the local pantry.
Coming out of there, we saw an old man, raising his cane to a young girl- About 20 years old. She had her brother with her as he was to babysit for her while she went to an interview. (And we all know that when one has an interview, it is of the highest priority in this day and age)!
Background info: They have a driveway at the pantry that would fit at least 2½ semi/rigs through it at the same time. (They are only open 2 hours/day).
For their customers, they have parking on the road only- And in a shared parking lot kitty~corner across the street. (And only one handicapped parking spot off the road close to their door, and where we were parked); although there are 2 more spots further away from the building. This young girl had pulled up to stop just short of the yellow line painted on the curb. This took up maybe 2 or 3 feet past where their driveway begins... She had a bitty car.
This girl, young and just a beautiful Mexican/white, or Mulatto perhaps, along with her brother, were putting their groceries in their car, when this old fart starts swearing at her to move her "GD fu*K*%g car" this minute, raising his cane and threatening her.
Aside from those threats, he'd also had many racial slurs to toss her way.
She pulled the car forward to appease him, and by then was into the yellow curb by the same driveway.
THEN, he did it all over again because he claimed she was in the handicapped spot.
She was not! I was.
Casey had pretty much immediately called Randy who was on duty by then. He had her call Green Bay, as he works for the county, not the city... Before she called GB, she warned the old fart she was calling the cops.
At first he waved her off with his cane. Then he told her "I am the cops", and not to bother.
BS- He would provide no ID. She called the city number anyway; telling the operator everything that had transpired and been said- and what was still going on. The girl, by this time was scared shitless by him; and witless about missing her interview. I told her just to go, that we would take care of this old piece of white trash. I also told her that NO ONE ever has the right to talk to her like that. She was crying, but she did leave.
About 5 minutes later an unmarked lieutenants car and a marked Green Bay police car pull up. Each from different directions. Casey hung up and called Randy back telling him that our help were there. Keep in mind Randy then kept her on the phone just in case anything else happened.
Did they ask US what had happened? No.
They walked over the pantry people, where the old fart with the cane was; (and where management had come out. Then the cops simply walked away.
What?
I said, "Oh hey, don't you want to know our side of the story? None of those other people had been out there to witness anything."
After the lieutenant had turned to holler "NO" at me, they went and spoke with each other across the street.
But they did come back. Casey, still on the phone, was told to hang up (she put the phone on the seat next to her), and asked if they were going to arrest that man. The lieutenant said no, that the old man had denied everything. The younger cop then asked Casey if she wanted to be arrested for calling in a false police report.
What the hell?
I told that younger asshole that I would be going downtown to receive a written report on all what had transpired, and to make sure he wrote it honestly. (I do know how these guys operate. I also know the consequences for writing a dishonest incident report). God help me, but I so wanted to tell him that as he had also threatened me for getting in~between the old fart and the girl.
Bullshit. ANYONE would have done the very same thing I did. A little piece of lady had tried to stand up to, but was really against that old bastard with a weapon. and an awful mouth. Newsflash for him, I could have taken him (hell, I had a cane too), with NO cane and one hand behind my back no matter how much pain I was in. I promise you that!
But apparently we were only to watch and wait to see the little girl get the hell beat out of her. That will never happen, no matter the consequences, not while I am seeing it go down. And yes, I did tell deputy whatever he is, exactly that.
The "L" jumped in telling me that he saw no blood, no broken teeth etc. (I showed him mine after I told him he sounded exactly like the ignorant cops that had responded back when my 1st husband used to beat the living shit out of me. Then again, in that day and age, I was told it was my fault. Yes, very flippantly I showed him my own teeth.
He claimed he needed to see blood. (*The * effin' *hell * he* did*)! Though dammitallanyway, I didn't say that. I regret not saying it.
In the meanwhile, Randy had asked Casey for him to be able to speak with one of the city boys. (Since city cops hate county, (and vice-versa), the "L" declined, as did his little chipmunk).
Casey remained on the line, crying not only from her godawful .pain, but because she was very afraid to be arrested. Thankfully, Randy assured her it would not happen.
They took our ID's - I told the younger that Randy's info is on the back, and to make a note of it. He said he wouldn't, that he didn't care.
We finished packing up our own groceries and left.
Casey clearly needed to gather her own wits and get her heart-rate down, so we stopped off at one of my the stations I used to manage...
Still pissed I am!
"You are not welcome back here, and if we see you again, you will be arrested. (That from a person standing close behind me- I had not sat down yet- who is the GM of the pantry, and of the St. Vincent de Paul Society in GB).
I knew the voice, recognizing it almost immediately even though he had been talking to my back... hehehe
When finally I had turned after his little tirade, he realized exactly "who" I was. (He once worked for a local distributor, [L.A. Edlbeck], and I had used his company for my stores for many many years). Meeting my eyes, he slowly hung his head, turned, and walked away- My glare burning into his back- He HAD to have felt it.
Later that little a-hole cop had told me that the mgr had changed his mind.
Craig, knows how to find me so I impatiently await the call or the letter of apology. (Either of which I promise you, I *will* receive).
They came back presently with our licenses. And told us to leave. I reminded them again i would be needed to see the incident report. Younger boy cop did then ask for Randy's number.
End of story. I have not yet sufficiently cooled down to go downtown to pick up that report. But I promise to cool off soon.
Dirty bastards.
Ya'all know by now being idle is not my middle name... Nor is it CaseyAnne's.
My question is, would you be able to watch someone WHO IS CLEARLY at a disadvantage, get beaten and/or killed?
Not I.
XOXO
Me
50. WHEN DID YOU LAST CRY?
