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Originally Posted by Charlatan
I'd listen to highthief and Tully Will... They have on ground experience in these sorts of situations. You have gym training.
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Yeah, you know trainings one thing.
I worked as a glorified (not by much I might add) babysitter at a juvenile detention center while I worked my way through school. Not long after getting out of school I was promoted to Parole and Probation. After eight weeks of training I was sent out to serve my first arrest warrant. Teenage girl, how hard could it be? I got there and told her she was under arrest and she WENT OFF. I was young and confident, went through the stuff we learned in training right by the book. I managed to get her talking, sobbing, but talking too. After about an hour of talking I managed to get her to agree to go in peace. She just wanted to use the bathroom first. I went in the bathroom with her looked around and saw there was no way out but the door. I left and stood outside the door with it ajar by about 30%, wanted to be able to hear if she was hurting herself etc.. After about one minute she came flying out of the bathroom with a trash can in hand and, as she screamed what a mother fucking asshole son of a bitch I was, she even called me a cock sucking nigger. As she screamed she threw used tampons in my face. I was, to say the least, taken off guard. She then ran for the living room where she grabbed a fireplace poker and proceeded to swing it at me wildly. She landed several pretty good blows before I got it away from her and got her in cuffs. I dragged her kicking a screaming into the back of my Jeep. She might have weighed 100lbs soaking wet. I remember carrying her by the back of her belt with one hand as she kicked and screamed. She kicked at the doors all the way to the dentition center, did nearly $1000 damage.
My clothes, the first jacket and tie I wore to my new promotion, were covered in blood- mostly mine. I showered at the detention center and wore a clean jail jump suit home. That 30% pay increase suddenly didn't seem like all that much.
And no, I didn't hear the end of it from co-workers- ever.