Judy could not help but slow down as she carried out her duties the next day. The events of the first day leaving her feeling much less enthusiastic. As a result she was often actually around to hear when somebody was around to pick up her tickets.
"I was five seconds late!"
"I just stepped in for a minute!"
"My mommy says she wishes you were dead."
"Yeah, you're a real hero lady!"
When the verbal harassment got to be too much she decided it was time for a break. She got into her little cart and repeatedly banged her head into the steering wheel, repeating to herself "I am a real cop, I am a real cop" as if it would make the feeling lessen. Judy was so preoccupied with self-pity that she didn't even notice the thief running past.
She was briefly roused from her stupor by a panicked civilian running up to her cart and rocking it. "Hey! Do something!" He yelled in her ear.
"Sir," Judy replied, reverting to one of the scripts she'd been given with the assignment. "If you have a complaint