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I picked up the Spouse from his office at 3:45 this afternoon, on the way to a meeting. Pretty much as I was pulling out of the lot, I got a call from Sarcasm Girl, sounding wobbly. "Something happened." This could be anything from There Was a Bomb Threat and I'm Freaked to I Slapped that Girl Who's Been Bullying Me to A Man in a Car Exposed Himself to Me. I quelled my first rush of adrenaline and asked gingerly what was up. As she was leaving school talking to a friend, with her iPod clipped to a belt-loop of her jeans and the earpieces draped around her neck, a boy bumped into her; she thought he was rude, ignored him...and then another boy rushed up, grabbed the iPod, snapping the clip, and ran off. SG, hampered by her immense and heavy book bag, gave as much chase as she could before she pretty much dissolved into a puddle. Fortunately there were nice people around--a woman who saw it all called the police, who arrived almost instantly (the local precinct house is pretty much right around the corner), and the police were very kind to her.
By the time we met her at school (having blown off our meeting) she was being driven around the block in the back of a police car, so she could look at a suspect who had been grabbed by a couple of other police officers. When they returned, we all went to the station house, where (after recounting her tale of woe to the lovely Officer Goldborough, who is the precinct's officer-on-site at SG's school) she identified her iPod, reclaimed from the Suspect, she was taken into the break room to write out her statement. It took her forever; concision is not her forté, and when upset and full of adrenaline she's more prone to elaborate. I think the officer who read the statement was a little stunned. Still, she got it done and we were walked out by Officer Goldborough, who mentioned that we might be contacted by any number of legal system people, and that the Girl might in fact be subpoenaed at some point. And the iPod is sitting at the Ingleside Police Station, evidence in the case. She should get it back eventually.
I wouldn't mind a quiet week, me. Wonder how Sarcasm Girl feels about it?
Edited to Add: I have to note that when the girl got in the police car to do the drive around, the officer said, "I'm going to have to ask you some routine questions." "Okay," she noted. "But I have to tell you right off the bat: I am not now, nor have I ever been, a member of the Communist Party." The officer was vastly amused, and thought she had grit (or something). Just another reason I love my child.
By the time we met her at school (having blown off our meeting) she was being driven around the block in the back of a police car, so she could look at a suspect who had been grabbed by a couple of other police officers. When they returned, we all went to the station house, where (after recounting her tale of woe to the lovely Officer Goldborough, who is the precinct's officer-on-site at SG's school) she identified her iPod, reclaimed from the Suspect, she was taken into the break room to write out her statement. It took her forever; concision is not her forté, and when upset and full of adrenaline she's more prone to elaborate. I think the officer who read the statement was a little stunned. Still, she got it done and we were walked out by Officer Goldborough, who mentioned that we might be contacted by any number of legal system people, and that the Girl might in fact be subpoenaed at some point. And the iPod is sitting at the Ingleside Police Station, evidence in the case. She should get it back eventually.
I wouldn't mind a quiet week, me. Wonder how Sarcasm Girl feels about it?
Edited to Add: I have to note that when the girl got in the police car to do the drive around, the officer said, "I'm going to have to ask you some routine questions." "Okay," she noted. "But I have to tell you right off the bat: I am not now, nor have I ever been, a member of the Communist Party." The officer was vastly amused, and thought she had grit (or something). Just another reason I love my child.