I simply do not know what got into Sgt. Isaac.  Why the man was drunk!  He was drunk on duty!  I think or maybe he was drunk at the end of his shift. I know because I could smell it all over him. I knew something was up when he started to circle me like a wolf. He could actually see me. He got right past my rule number one for survival: don’t be seen.  He could see me, could see me and had comments about my appearance.  I don’ know what it matters how I look when I am supposed to be invisible. People aren’t supposed to notice me.  There I was at the hospital and him circling me.  Fix your hair; wear a revealing tank top, put on lipstick, he said to me.  The man was mad, crazy.  These stupid boobs.  I mean I try to keep them covered up.  They are just trouble.  In school I always wore baggy clothes.  Good grief aren’t the scrubs baggy enough.  Of course, he was drunk, and he did offer to feed me barbeque which in this day is either delusional or very generous.  Oh I would think to report him for harassment to human resource, but well I am sure most such officious persons died in the first wave of biters.  Oh dear, oh dear…