Botanica - 8- Justice
The police station was painted blue and grey and all the chairs were probably especially designed to be uncomfortable
And the police officers could hardly have been less understanding. They didnt seem to understand at all why I had driven a bus full of screaming and injured people onto a Big Wheel at an amusement park. I kept trying to explain that it had been totally dark as I didn’t understand how the lights worked and I must have forgotten I had put my reading glasses on for the visit to the Library so I hadn’t exactly been able to see where we were going and nor were they at all persuaded that on balance - in my shoes - they would have done exactly the same thing
They were stony in their lack of empathy. They asked me if I had a licence and I said “ Yes”
Which wasn’t exactly a lie but I did sort of know that they really meant a Driving Licence ... and then they asked me if I was Insured ... And obviously I said Yes.
And then they asked “ to drive a bus or any other Multi Occupant Public Vehicle?” and that was when it all got a bit sticky, and what with one thing and another, they put me in a cell and locked the door.