She knew it was Friday and tonight would be her first shift as a junior security guard at the stadium. This made Kitty almost giddy.  She was the youngest girl of four children and her entire life was riddled with other people bossing her around and having to defend herself when she felt the need to tattle tell on her siblings. Even at the tender age of fifteen and a half Kitty knew she wanted to be in law enforcement once she was old enough.  She liked the idea of getting paid to boss other people around while making sure they followed the rules. Sometimes after watching an episode of Cops late at night in her bedroom, she would fasten a flash light to her belt loop and re-enact pulling over someone. She would then pretend to drive a cruiser looking for more crack addicts and prostitutes all the while talking to the pretend camera man.

Kitty was a sturdy girl, shaped almost like a box.  Her older brothers would let her play football with their friends and them as the offensive tackle when Kenny Childers, the next door neighbor, was at fat camp. She had long blonde hair she would braid into a pony tail to one side of her head, round reddish cheeks and braces. She was not into make up or boys the way the other girls were. Her high school aspirations included ROTC, head hall monitor and playing the tuba in marching band.

After Kitty put on her new junior security uniform, secured her flash light, turned on her walkie talkie and tightened her braid one last time she was ready. There was a briefing in the employees area before the show by Mr. Watson, the head of stadium security, he gave a quick what to do if people aren’t following the rules check list as well as a detailed map showing everyone where their stations would be. Kitty had the upper level stair area.  Her job was to make sure no one was standing on the stairs and that everyone was seated, she also had to check tickets of those returning from the bathrooms and concession stand. Once the concert started she was pumped and ready to take down some rule breaking offenders.  She traveled up and the down stairs in a patrolling fashion at first, she used the police lingo she had heard on Cops assuring her fellow junior security guards that everything was going well and there was no one to take down yet. After 45 minutes one of Kitty’s colleagues told her to shut the fuck up and not to use the walkie talkie unless something was wrong.  After the third act came on, Kitty noticed three women in their late twenties/thirties standing on the stairs while the show was still going on. Her heart started beating and she could feel the adrenaline surging through her veins as she raced up the stairs all the while having her flash light pointed in the direction of the offenders.  The offender check list raced through her head as she approached the three women. Kitty did her best to deepen her voice as she informed them that they were creating a fire hazard by standing on the stairs and not being seated. The brunette woman responded by letting Kitty know she felt a little faint and that she would go back to her seat after she got some air. Kitty retorted saying that, the woman and her friends needed to get back to their seats ASAP. The blonde woman asked Kitty what the big deal was while assuring her that they would return to their seats as soon as her friend felt better. Kitty could feel the blood rushing to her face as she persisted to tell the woman offenders that this was her job and she had no choice but to ask that they go back to their seat immediately. At that point the blonde woman started to laugh at Kitty asking her what was the worst that could happen if they remained there a moment longer, the two women then stared Kitty down. Kitty felt the sting of intimidation and rushed down the stairs uttering the phrase “Officer down” into her walkie talkie. Once she reached Mr. Watson at the foot of the stairs, she felt tears welling up in her eyes as she told him about the women offenders and how they refused to comply with the stadium rules.  She let him know that she felt it was in the best interest of the stadium to remove the women as they were causing what could possibly be a fire hazard.  Mr. Watson looked at the top of the stairs and let Kitty know no one was there. Kitty turned around as fast as her round middle section would allow to see that the three women were gone.  At that moment Kitty saw a ten year old boy get up from his seat and begin to stand on the stairs, she decided to nip this situation in the bud. She ran up to the boy and before he knew what hit him Kitty had him in a head lock while she guided him down stairs. Mr. Watson asked Kitty what she was doing and she let him know that she found him standing on the stairs.  The boy scared and out of breath explained that he had gotten up and stood on the stairs because he was asking his Grandma what she wanted from the concession stand. Mr. Watson looked at the out of breath bewildered boy then at Kitty, he told the boy he was sorry and he was free to ask his Grandma what she wanted and that Kitty would not be bothering him. Kitty went home that evening with her head held low.  Mr. Watson demoted her to garbage duty for the rest of the summer and took away her flash light.     

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