I walked into this McDonalds to grab a bit and work on a post. As I’m waiting for my food, a screaming woman with a crying six year old girl walk in, “Help me! He’s after me please call the police! He’s going to kill me!” A man came on behind her saying, “I don’t know what she’s talking about. I don’t know her! Her kid opened the door on my car door.” Once I realized it wasn’t a domestic abuse situation, I said forcefully, “Let’s settle down now. You behind the counter, have the manager call Berkeley P.D. and you two both separate.”
The woman was handed the store’s cordless phone and sobbed hysterically while she spoke to the 911 dispatcher. After a couple of minutes the woman handed the phone to me and I spoke to the dispatcher. A few minutes later three squad cars showed up and started to sort out the stories. The man was calm and collected but the woman in the store was still upset and crying.
I went back to my table and began to eat my Big Mac when the female police officer came in and tried to speak calmly to the woman. It was at that exact moment that I said to myself, “She’s got issues.” The woman began to tell the officer how she doesn’t feel safe at home either and she is like, “Driving Ms. Daisy” whatever that meant.
The officer tried to focus her back to the incident at hand but she kept saying how she works at the homeless shelter and the Berkeley PD has been called to her house many times… At one point, the officer knew who she was and told the woman to go home and be safe. As I was walking back to my truck the officer caught up to me and said, “Thanks for defusing that. We know her and she and she does this stuff often. Poor daughter of hers.” This too will pass