Stuff like this just depresses the shit out of me.

We just had a woman come into our office , she bailed out of her husband's car when he pulled over at his job down the block to pick up his paycheck and she ran to our office with a five or six year old boy in tow.

Her husband beat the shit out of her yesterday and this was the first opportunity she had to get away from him with her son. Her eye is slowly turning black and it's swollen, there are bruises up and down her arm and she would like to call her family who lives about four hours north of here for them to come get her.

She sitting at one of the officer's desks in the back of the room now, getting checked out by the local ambulance crew, one of the deputies got her little boy a soda from our machine, and my supervisor is watching out the front door waiting for either the police or the husband, I guess whichever shows up first.

The city police are here, it's fairly obvious that the woman has been beaten by somebody. But since it turns out now that the actual beating took place yesterday in San Antonio, city of Pasadena's finest isn't going to take any kind of report, they aren't going to go 1/2 a mile from here and knock on the apartment door and see if the shitbird's bothered to go home yet, they'll take her to the local battered women's shelter, she can make some calls there and try to find somebody to come get her. Of course she doesn't want to go to the shelter "because it'll be just like in California".

Excuse me, but are you going to let this joker kick your ass all the way across the country?

What's worse, she let's her little boy see this time after time.