Bitchcop

Walking to get groceries, go past road blocks, looks like booze bus, Barbie-In-A-Bulletproof-Vest seems like she's power tripping, think nomore of it, get groceries, embark upon homeward journey, Barbie, henceforth known as Bitchcop, puffs herself up, storms in front of us, no eye contact;

"You can't go that way!"

Being the demure darling that I am I tentatively exclaim "How the fuck are we supposed to get home? You could have told us this when we first passed you."

Bitchcop rolls her eyes & flounces off valley girl style huffing "Yeah because the whole world revolves around you."

Real public service, not a word about why the road's blocked or how long we can expect to be sitting in the safeway carpark.

I respond in more bafflement than anger "That was a bitch remark."

I can honestly say that although my presentation of these events may seem to have a gender bias I believe I would have said the same thing had this been a male cop.

After thinking it over while I wait and listen to screams of "Get on the ground, get on the ground!" I decide that I was unfair, Bitchcop has a hard job, it was probably a very stressfull night, I shouldn't let the fact that she looked like a kid on Christmas the whole fucking time give me leave to interpret her motives.

So as we were leaving I say to her "Sorry I got aggro I don't like confined spaces"

Bitchcop gets that bully look, that cat that saw the mouse look, waves her arm about and says in a speaking to the thinking impaired voice "This is an open space"

...Which we were confined to?

Turns out she was just a bitch.