Once in high school the sro put a boot on my car because I parked it on a raised median (not blocking any paths or anything, just a little curb that seperated the parking spaces from the acess road) because there was no other spots left even though I paid for a parking pass.
This was an old piece of shit boot that didnt even fit tight on the wheel so I got a crowbar out of my trunk and was able to pry it in a way to shear the locking mechanism and remove it.
The sro was the kind of guy who lived for the power he had over others, and when he came out just in time to see me breaking his precious toy he fucking screamed at me and told me I was going to jail for a good few minutes. Drove away with him still cursing me out.
He tried to lie about me threatening him but the whole thing was recorded on cctv so I got away with an apology from the principal. He got fired a few weeks later after some other incident finally was the straw that broke the camels back.
nothing makes the students feel safer than an angry manchild with a gun!
He was kinda a funny guy actually (at his own expense), embodiment of the "hello fellow kids" mentality. He looked like a short terry crews and always wore a blue fanny pack.
He was usually kinda chill unless he perceived you as questioning his authority in any way, which I did a lot. Probably why he had a vendetta against me now that I think about it.
If you leave out milk and cookies today your local SRO will run away from a school shooter
