Trooper Station; Monday [02/19].
Monday, February 19th, 2018 07:56 amAfter dealing with nearly all the phone calls (not that there were really that many of them) and a few citizens popping in with complaints, while the Troopers sat on the other side of the room playing some dumb card game, Rosa decided she'd had enough. She probably didn't have the sort of authority to order them around much, but she wasn't about to let them think they could get away with saddling the newbie with all the heavy lifting.
"Hey, bucketheads" she said, approaching, "that lady with the funny eye was just complaining about three billboards outside the preserve. I guess they're...'squirrel-sized,' and they read '500 nuts stolen,' 'and no arrests,' 'how come, troopers.'" She could believe she'd actually read that outloud off her notes. "You guys wanna go check that out?"
"How about you do it?" Ralph suggested.
"How about you do your goddamn job?" Rosa suggested back.
"A please would be nice," simpered Calvin.
And there was a brief second, narrowed eyes and hot fury, where he might have realized that he'd said entirely the wrong thing, but it was too late now. All it took was one kick to send the card table between them flying across the room, with a shower of playing cards fluttering around them like snow.
"How about you do your goddamn job, please?"
And that got them moving, and Rosa stalked back to her desk, where she just leaned back and plopped her feet up on the desk, because she sure as hell wasn't cleaning that up, either.
[[someone saw Three Billboards outside Ebbing, Missouri last night, so what? open station is open!]]
"Hey, bucketheads" she said, approaching, "that lady with the funny eye was just complaining about three billboards outside the preserve. I guess they're...'squirrel-sized,' and they read '500 nuts stolen,' 'and no arrests,' 'how come, troopers.'" She could believe she'd actually read that outloud off her notes. "You guys wanna go check that out?"
"How about you do it?" Ralph suggested.
"How about you do your goddamn job?" Rosa suggested back.
"A please would be nice," simpered Calvin.
And there was a brief second, narrowed eyes and hot fury, where he might have realized that he'd said entirely the wrong thing, but it was too late now. All it took was one kick to send the card table between them flying across the room, with a shower of playing cards fluttering around them like snow.
"How about you do your goddamn job, please?"
And that got them moving, and Rosa stalked back to her desk, where she just leaned back and plopped her feet up on the desk, because she sure as hell wasn't cleaning that up, either.
[[someone saw Three Billboards outside Ebbing, Missouri last night, so what? open station is open!]]