At this point I’m pondering my first thought, and how that lamb gyro would be so succulent and delicious right now. But I stood there with the officers who, I admit, could have been ruder and more the type that shoot first and ask questions last. I decided to go back in and grab a snack because I had a feeling it would be a while. Upon returning I saw my usually calm friend vexed, visibly upset and with good reason. After calming him down I told the officer that the best thing for them to do was to take her crazy ass to the hospital. If she’s not on drugs nor drunk, she can be admitted into the psych ward.