Well, my streak is over. I found a police department that was neither friendly nor hospitable. I went to the San Francisco PD’s Central Station, which is less than 100 yards from my sister’s apartment, and walked up to the window at the front entrance. I thought that I would be in and out quickly because there was no line. I was wrong.
Describing the waiting area at Central Station as institutional is generous. It consists of a small open area (maybe 10′ x 5′) with a single large, dirty glass window facing the front office. I walked up to the window and waited. And waited. And waited.
The ten to fifteen minute wait would have been tolerable were it not for the fact that a secretary and several uniformed patrol officers were milling about, occasionally glancing up at me and then going about their business. Two officers strolled in and held what appeared to be a short personal conversation a few feet from the window, and then walked out without acknowledging me.
The officers ignoring me got my blood boiling, but I kept waiting. I reached my limit shortly thereafter. A woman in civilian clothes, who I assume was a secretary, walked in and out several times while I stood at the window. The last time she walked in (before I gave up), she looked right at me and waved, then sat down and went back to work.
I simply couldn’t believe it. I am confident that heads would roll at Lenoir PD (or almost any other NC department) if someone were treated that way. I shudder to think what would happen if I had an actual emergency and went to Central Station to report it. I hope, for the sake of the residents of this district, that my experience at the substation was not representative of the police services provided here.
I’ll try to stop by a different precinct before I leave for Korea on Saturday. If I have a better experience elsewhere, I’ll update you.
Until next time.