RAK-47 WPO (A tale in one act)

It's the blind leading the blind. For the life of me, I can't figure out how anything functions. ACT I. (It's a sunny afternoon. Sojourner is walking down a street past a police station.)

Random AK-47 Wielding Police Officer: You can't pass here Sojo: What? RAK-47 WPO: You can't pass here (he points to the other side of the street) Sojo: I can't walk on this side of the street? RAK-47 WPO: No, other Sojo: Why? RAK-47 WPO: (Points across the street) Sojo: (Begins to cross over to the opposite side of the street) RAK-47 WPO: No! you have to go back Sojo: What? RAK-47 WPO: (Points to the end of the street many yards away) Sojo: (Stares down RAK-47 WO accessing him. He is small, perhaps 5'2" and 90 lbs, she thinks she might be able to take him, then re-considers remembering the large assult riffle which probably isn't actually loaded, but if it were, RAK-47WPO would probably be happy to play target practice with the irritated American. She stares him down and gives in, but first offers up the nastiest snarl she can muster. Pivoting on her heels, she makes her way to the end of the street, crosses over and re-works her way down the street, this time, as requested, on the opposite side of the police station)