Buzzer man and me

I went to the police station this morning at about 7:30. There was no one there. Well, when I say no one what I actually mean is that two other members of the public were there but no policemen. One visitor said that he’d been to two other police stations that morning but they were both closed. At least this one was open, though seemingly unmanned.

He pressed the buzzer near the front desk. Again. That was fun for a while. We waited.

Then one guy left.

We waited a bit longer.

Buzzer man pressed the buzzer again.

Then I left.

I did see one policeman as I walked through the car park towards my car but he was in his patrol vehicle and went through the exit before I thought to shout over to him or throw a stone to grab his attention.

I don’t know if what I had to tell them was important or would have been judged so by them because, well, I don’t tend to get involved with things that may or may not require the attention of the police so I have very little life experience of what actually matters to them in their professional capacity.

It was a swan. Sitting in the fast lane of the A414, obviously injured but able to sit upright with a fully extended neck, watching the traffic come and go. That’s a large swan I thought, I wonder if it’s large enough to cause an accident? Someone should really do something about it. One car swerved to avoid it so I decided that someone should be me.

I’ll phone the police. No. No I won’t. I don’t have the number to the local station and phoning the emergency number (999) should only be done in emergencies. We’ve been preached this over and over again in recent times. Is it an emergency? I have no idea if it will be judged that way or not so I decided to go 5 minutes out of my way and visit the station.

I visited. Nice building.