Woke up Sunday morning at 12:35 to the sound of loud music, laughter, and the clinking of glasses. The people in the house behind me are having a party. I tell then to knock it off or I'm calling the police. I trudge down to the station to save minutes on my cell phone. Why get the runaround on the phone and spend money when I can get the runaround in person and save? The person behind the desk tells me the party patrol will check it out. The party ends after many amplified expressions of the n-word and various other obscenities at 2:30 a.m. - voluntarily.
I trudge down to the police station later Sunday morning where an Asian policewoman tells me what I already know - that they can't do anything once the party is over - and what I don't know - that the party patrol doesn't work in my area, only in the Fan District. But it's nice to know that the Richmond Police Department is not just misinformed and ineffectual - it's diverse and misinformed and ineffectual.
Hey, guys, to paraphrase Robert Townsend, if you want to sit on your ass and talk about sports and vacations, there are plenty of good jobs at the VCU James Branch Cabell Library reference desk.
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