He asked, I answered redux: Men in Blue

[muckefuck]

On the way back to monshu's from the Printer's Row Book Fair (verdict: LAME! I only bought two books; nuff said), we saw a surprising number of Chicago's Finest at the intersection of Winthrop and Balmoral. I counted: 17 officiers, eight cars, and a paddy wagon. For what? I have no idea; there didn't seem to be a drug bust in process. In fact, the overall mood was very block party, although none of the blues actually had their fingers wrapped around a cold one. As we got nearer, monshu asked, "A gaggle of geese, a murder of crows...what do you call a gathering of cops?"

"A donut shop," I answered.

Comments

[paladincub21.livejournal.com]

you live right by me, i saw that congregation too.

[muckefuck.livejournal.com]

Any guesses what it was all about?

[paladincub21.livejournal.com]

um, the unending stream of crime that occurs around us?

[muckefuck.livejournal.com]

I don't see what a kaffeklatsch on the corner will do about that. You prevent crime by talking to residents, not other cops.

[pne.livejournal.com]

You know what they say about the collective noun for bankers.

[muckefuck.livejournal.com]

I'll bite.

[pne.livejournal.com]

It's "wunch".

[gopower.livejournal.com]

perhaps it was a staging ground for the Andersonville fest over on clark street

[muckefuck.livejournal.com]

Good thinking! You get a gold herring!