Visit From a Crack-Whore

Literally. We had a visit from the righteously angry crack whore today. She entered the center like she was walking up a sloped wall . She was skinny , white, with long dirty black hair. I watched her come through door , doing a bad Art Carney imitation and as she entered the ladies room she snapped at me "Take a Picture ! It lasts longer !". Not long after, we heard the banging. Our cleaning lady came out and said she was sitting in the sink. We could hear noises , metal falling to the floor, the stall doors slamming, a fight with a waste basket. . . .. you know , the usual. She was in there alone. We had to call the rangers. She was looking for a fight. I thought the first responder did a very good job of keeping her calm. We basically don't want her in there and hurting herself or someone else. Mostly, we don't want her to die in there.
Two other rangers showed up as back-up. Not because the guy couldn't handle it. She was only about 5'2", BUT SHE WAS SCRAPPY ! It took about 20 minutes to get her out. The Police were called. When they showed up , they hailed her by name . At one point 3 rangers and a Boston Cop were in the ladies room assessing the damage. She busted the faucet. . .probably from sitting in the sink. They agreed not to press charges if she would just leave the park.
It's really a sad thing because I'm sure she didn't start out to be a crack head. I have no idea what her real age is. She could have been 18 or 40. She probably has a family worrying about her somewhere. A family that she has no doubt caused boundless pain and heartache. I don't even know her and she caused me a fair amount of anxiety.
How was your day ?