An eight in the morning appointment with local police authorities actually means an hour later.
And if you are really lucky (like Raft3r), your country loving policeman will arrive at the precinct wearing casuals and will take another thirty minutes to put on his uniform.
When the police officer was finally ready to proceed with our meeting, he had nothing new to offer. The car remains missing and the police certificate my insurance company is waiting for is still eons away from being processed.
If their mandate is to serve and protect, how come Raft3r feels so violated and unsatisfied?
Post script: This occured prior to Raft3r's fist fight with the carnapper.