"Everyone here has parents. How can you do something like this and still call yourselves human?"
I drew a slow breath and locked eyes with him, speaking each word with deliberate precision.
"There is no way my grandfather hit your father."
"Your behavior today has already disrupted my life. If you don't leave now, I'm calling the police."
Right and wrong weren't determined by one man running his mouth.
If he wanted to claim my grandfather hit someone, he'd better produce the evidence.
The moment the words left my lips, he erupted.
He dropped to the ground, slapping his thighs, wailing at the top of his lungs.
"Officer, would you look at this? Look how arrogant she is!"
"She hits someone and won't even apologize. Now she's threatening me!"
The officer standing nearby looked equally displeased. He shot me a hard look and said coldly:
"You'd better hand your grandfather over. Hit-and-run is a serious charge. Even if he's elderly, the law still applies."
"He's old enough that maybe he doesn't understand that. But surely you do?"
Of course I understood how serious a hit-and-run charge was. But my grandfather truly couldn't come.