Since I began using a costume and a secret identity, I have twice dispensed justice successfully without interference from those fools on the police squad.
There was a total douchenozzle berating a poor sales clerk because an item was out of stock at the local department store whom I saved and I also saved a drive thru worker from an evil dick who accused her of stealing.
Finally extracting some vengeance on idiots of this type after taking their abuse and biting my tongue for the last ten years is refreshing. Its like a 50 pound shirt has been taken off of my shoulders.
My costume leaves a lot to be desired. All I could find to disguise myself with was a blue jump suit and a hockey mask. I don’t know the first thing about a sewing machine so I just did what I did as a child for a cape …I used a towel. Don’t laugh, Mr. Journal, it works.
I have to look for a job tomorrow to placate my father, but after that I shall be donning my costume once again and dispensing justice to fools who would dare mistreat my customer service brethren.