Another Cop Story

Prologue: Cleaning up took me ages tonight. I had several customers knocking on the window, wanting to ask me questions, and my boss called, wanting to know what he wrote on his grocery list, and then I called him to ask if I should clean the grinder. My boss also wants the floor cleaned real well. I feel really bad taking so long to clean up, but part of the reason was because my blood sugar started to crash and I just can’t move as fast when that starts to happen.

Real story: I was fighting with the mop bucket and out of the corner of my eye, I saw someone coming into our little, deserted parking lot. Two men, muscular, wearing all black. There’s no one else around.

I think Crap! Who am I going to have to scream off? and then I see the little gold accessories and the radios.

“Did you call us?” a brown-haired officer hollered to me.

“No, I didn’t.”

“Okay…What’s your address?”

I told him, and he nodded to the bald officer behind him. One went ahead and the other backtracked.

So there I am, wearing my shirt that reads DETECTIVE (Chicago Police Department logo) WE’LL SOLVE NO CRIME ‘TIL OVERTIME.

Then, I realize that there are apartments above the shop. I’ve only ever seen people going into them two or three times since last summer, but I thought it possible that someone from there could have called 911. The brown-haired officer reappeared, I called out my suggestion.

“Nah, it’s okay. We got it,” he said.

That was when I heard someone yelling from the alley. As much as I wanted to drop the mop bucket and run down the parking lot to see if someone was getting tased, an uneasy thought entered my brain. Hey, it said, you’re by yourself and someone nearby just called 911. Stop thinking about the fun that could be just around the corner, and concentrate on getting cleaned up and going home.

So I did. By the time I walked my bike across the alley, there was no sign of cops, victims, and the accused. I was sad. (LOL)

But now I really want to watch COPS. Maybe someday, my mad cooking skillz will get me into a police department. I can brew cofffee, too.

How Ratatouille Got Started

Breakfast:

A partially-scrambled egg with carrot, green pepper, brocolli and corn wrapped in a tortilla with a half slice of cheese.

Lunch:

(No pic, saahhry)

Fresh deli ham, provolone cheese, pesto sauce and spinache on Italian bread, and grilled on a panini grill.

Dinner:

Fresh lettuce, bacon, tomato, a little mayo on a hamburger bun.

 

 

I love food. I love cooking.