Back in the late 60's I was working for the Toronto Humane Society and my mate and I were dispatched to a house where neighbours said there was a sick dog that wasn't being taken care of. When we arrived, the guy reluctantly let us into the house to see the dog and we determined, from experience, that the dog was suffering from distemper and told the guy that he needed to take it to a vet or if he didn't want to do that then we would take it and have our vet look at it. He told us to f*ck off and ordered us out of his house. My mate then told him he had 24hrs to take the dog to a vet or we would be back to charge him with cruelty.
On the way out, the tw@t broke a beer bottle and jabbed it in my back. Fortunately for me, I was wearing my winter Jacket and where he tried to stick that into me was around the waist area where the jacket hung pretty loosely so although it ripped my jacket it didn't penetrate through to me.
We made a rapid retreat off his front porch down his front steps. We then called our dispatcher on the radio and told him what happened, he told us to stay there and he'd call the police. When the cops arrived, I won't say which police station they were from but suffice to say they were f*ckin big bast*rds commonly referred to as "The Goon Squad", they had checked into this guy's background and he was a known kiddie fiddler.
We had to accompany them to the police station to give evidence and the station we went to was upstairs in a building that had a narrow and very steep staircase leading up to the area where we were to go. One of the cops took this ******** by the scruff of his neck and whilst holding one of the bugg*rs arms behind his back frog marched him up the stairs, putting his kneee in the f*cker's arse at every step saying "So, you like little boys do you you freak" among a few not so polite remarks.
When I got home that evening, I was talking to my sister on the phone and told her what had happened, she was a nurse at Toronto Wellesley Hospital at the time and said "Oh sh!t, we'll probably see him tonight then."
Apparently people of his sort had a habit of falling down those very steep stairs in an escape attempt whilst still handcuffed to the chair they were sitting in.
Unfortunately, they'd never get away with it now but that's my idea of justice.
