@Consolation @Sue22 I neglected to mention that I was not at the reunion. What I have related was told to me by my sister and BIL, who were both one year behind me in high school and attended that reunion for their class.
My sister and BIL said that everyone at the reunion heard the exchange and that reactions differed. Some thought that the police officer was out of line and had made the party uncomfortable for everyone else. But it is simply impossible that the principal doesn’t remember how he was then and what he did. I suspect that everyone at the reunion remembered too what a jerk he had been.
He was the same way with me, a skinny quiet kid back then. I got picked on too. Here’s one of my own horror stories:
Our high school was very small, so many kids played multiple sports. It was expected because, otherwise, we couldn’t field teams. I was on the basketball and track teams. We carpooled to the basketball games. I drove to one of them with two other players in my car, and then drove back to school after the game, where others had parked their cars. The jerk (principal) was also on the basketball team and in a different carpool with two of his sadistic football buddies, one of whom was driving. On the freeway, on the way back after the game, they pulled up beside my car, and the jerk (principal) and the other occupant started throwing coins out of the windows at my car. The point, obviously, was to terrorize us and do damage to my car. No matter what I did (slow down, speed up, change lanes) the other car kept pursuing mine and the occupants kept throwing coins. Eventually, miraculously, we got back to school safely, but we had to wait for the coach to catch up in his car (he had not witnessed the car chase) and open the gate to the school parking lot. The jerk got out of the other car came up to mine and started screaming “f*** you! f*** you!” at us. Over and over… To be clear, neither I nor my friends in my car had done anything to precipitate the car chase. That’s just the way those guys were. They thrived on bullying … and danger.
These same three guys (the jerk and his two sadistic football buddies) had another “game” that they’d play: one of them would extend their arm, holding an upturned knife, over a bed. The other two would take turns jumping onto the bed, belly-down, with the expectation that the one holding the knife would turn it sideways just before the other landed on the bed. They thought that this was hilarious and told everyone about their “game.”
So, yeah, no way in the world that guy doesn’t remember. Maybe he somehow turned over a new leaf and became a better person. (His two sadistic friends got hooked on drugs while in college and dropped out.) How he became a school principal though is really beyond my comprehension.
I haven’t run into him since high school, which is probably a good thing. I am no longer skinny or quiet.