Usually, I get to Starbucks and then things happen.
But today, everything started without me.
When I got to Starbucks, the police had been there for awhile.
Nobody got hurt, but it was an odd little shit show for a brief period.
Now, I am not one to judge…..
Ok, even I can’t bullshit that one, I am nothing but judgement.
I think I would be happier if I could add jury and executioner to the list.
But let me continue.
In my completely unbiased opinion, the tweaker piece of shit in the back of the patrol car was not a good looking guy before he discovered his deep and abiding love of meth.
Let’s call him El Diablo.
The broken table I am still trying to figure out.
The urine on the sidewalk is also a mystery.
According to several people who responded to my inquiry of – “What the hell was that?”
- El Diablo was briefly in line at the cashier and was “Gacking bad”. (Still Googling that one, no clue.)
- El Diablo may or may not have had his dick hanging out. (The couple that told me this are split on this. She says no, he says yes. My opinion? Why is he checking out El Diablo’s package?)
- El Diablo (Let’s jump the gun and just call him The Suspect, shall we?) anyway, the Suspect then knocked over a display of expensive coffee beans, then began screaming and cursing until the police arrived. (Actually, it was just a display of coffee beans, they are all expensive. When was the last time someone said “I can’t believe how cheap coffee is these days.?”)
- The Suspect, when officers were taking him to the car, stopped in one spot on the sidewalk, refused to move, then pissed himself. (This is one of the greatest protest moves ever. Kind of like a karmic “You can’t fire me, I quit!”)
Police officers are notoriously closed mouthed about what goes on when they are investigating something.
However, you catch the right cops on the right day…
I walked by two cops laughing quietly off to the side.
“So I told him that if he has any drugs on him, its a felony to take them into the station. He immediately ponies up that he has a baggy up his ass. I ask why, and he says – I always keep my drugs in my ass, then I can’t be robbed!” (This sentence is just wrong. I keep looking at it to see if there is spelling or grammar issues. There are none, my mind is just balking at the content.)
Then the other cop’s reply made my day.
“Except by the turd burglar!”
Oh my God.
I almost pissed the sidewalk myself.
Take him away boys.