Occasionally it feels really good to have money to throw at a problem.
Coming home on the subway, 3 car-hopping poster-children-for-abortion threatened to set me on fire with a lighter. They followed me off the train and out of the gates. Reported it to the booth worker, who called in the amazingly-slow-arriving Metro Police. Filed a report.
By this time it’s dark outside, and 6 blocks to my apartment. And I had watched them all leave through that exit. I was thinking “if they had half a brain, they would have taken off when they saw me talking to the booth worker.” but then I think “if they had half a brain, they wouldn’t be doing this in the first place”. Poo.
So I took the shortest taxi ride in recent history. Home. 50% tip.
I hate this city right now.