I've never hidden that there is a dark side to this job. Right now, I want to hurt somebody, very badly, and I don't even know who he is. My last job of the day. A simple home lockout. No big deal, until I get there. I know something is wrong when I arrive. The lady is standing by the door, waiting for me. Standing next to her is an officer from the Gainesville Police Dept. As I get out of the van and walk up to them, the officer walks away. Okay, that tells me whatever is going on, opening the home is personal. The door was a problem, but I managed to open it without damage. The lady was quite happy, because now she could get to the fridge for some water. But once the door is open, the officer starts walking back our way. It seemed odd, but I hadn't done anything wrong, so I didn't have a clue. While settling up the bill, the customer took off her sunglasses. I really looked at her for the first time. (I tend to focus on the job first and the customer second.) She had two black eyes and bruises on her head and exposed upper body. While talking with the officer I heard her say something about,
"I didn't plan on coming back here."
Clearly the officer was there for her protection. Gee, I wonder from who? Put him and me in a locked windowless room without security cameras for a little while, will ya?