The sequel

Have I got a fucking sequel story to write... We are doomed I tell ya. This is why people run away from cops here in Manila.

I was so busy that week that I was only able to come back for the police report after 1 week. I remember Sgt. Toledo told me to come by after 6 PM so I did. I walk in to the precinct at around 6:15 PM and I look for the guy. The cop at the front booth tells me Sgt. Toledo already left. So I'm like "So? Can't I claim the police report from somebody else?" So for a minute I was like ... "Fuck! Now what? Is this gonna be a game of hide and seek?"

I was still standing there sending several SMS messages on my cellphone until the front booth cop calls my attention and points me to a sitting Sgt. Toledo. Of course I say "Ahh... Thank you sir, I could have already left and would've needed to come back again because unfortunately you were on the shift as the Information Officer, but thanks anyway." OK maybe I didn’t say the rest after "thank you" out loud, but you get the point.

So I talk to the elusive Sgt. Toledo and ask him about my police report. He asks me where and when it happened and then tells me to sit and wait for his assistant to come back and look for the report. So I’m cool, I sit down and just casually jeer at the inmates in their detention cell right beside the sargeant's desk.

After about 15 minutes, his assistant comes in and is then instructed to find my files. Apparently, the assistant was busy doing an errand for the chief so he couldn’t help. And so the sargeant just pulled a drawer in his own desk and looked for my file. Jeezzaaaz... it was just in his desk!

So I naturally stand up and motion to receive the documents. I am then told to sit down again as he puts in a paper in an old typewriter machine. I look closely and I see that the documents he recovered are actually just the affidavits I made from last week. Holy Fucking Shit! Is he just about to start making the report? I guess that's why I couldn't just claim the report from any cop in there. Stupid me!

He then asks me to go outside and buy a TAR. I ask "What's a TAR?" He just answers "Just go outside and buy a TAR from the guy in the photocopy machine." So out I go to find out that the TAR was actually "Traffic Accident Report". It's the stupid form that he's typing on... the fucking asshole just asked me to buy him a replacement of a form that he will use for my report. God have mercy!!

So he types on and puts in the details from the affidavits, and then pauses for a minute after around 10 minutes. He flips through the pages, obviously looking for something... until he suddenly asks me... "Do you know the plate number of the other vehicle?" I answer "Excuse me?"

It turns out, the other driver didn’t write it down on the affidavit but he never bothered to check if the affidavit was executed properly. I asked for the pictures but after about 30 minutes of looking for them, we confirmed that the stupid photographer never took a picture. I could almost cry from the utter incompetence of these fucking morons. I never took the license plate myself since we were all going to the police station for an official police report and was naturally assuming that all the details would be taken. I did however got a photocopy of the driver’s license and the contact number of the owner of the vehicle, and had to call her to ask about the plate number. Gawd, am I lucky that she was very cooperative even from the beginning.

So finally the report was finished and the sargeant asked me to make 4 copies of the report. I was thinking "You have got to be fucking kidding me?" This asshole still has the balls to ask me to pay for photocopying the report. Of course he does, he's a cop and is a fucking asshole right to the very core. I of course replied "OK"

As I left the precinct, I just cant help but figure how I have come to understand the motivations of some arsonists and their delight in seeing burning buildings...