Saturday, August 26, 2006
Law & Order
Well, it had to happen sooner or later. I witnessed my first real New York City crime this morning. I saw a drug deal this morning when I was waiting for my laundry at the corner of Amsterdam and 89th. I was sitting in a folding chair just inside the door of the laundry watching the rain (and innocently listening to my Flopz playlist while trying to drown out the hip hop music playing very loudly in the laundry). A white woman was loitering by the payphone outside. She finally acted like she was making a phone call and she put some folded money on top of the phone and walked away. I was about to tell her she forgot her money when a black man in a track suit walked up to the phone, pretended to make a phone call and took the money...then the woman walked back to the phone booth, took something off the top of the phone, placed it in her mouth and walked away. The laundry guy looked at me and shrugged. I really needed Christopher Meloni to tell me what to do. Geeze, I hate being complacent...on the other hand, I'm not exactly Holier Than Thou.
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I would love to have Mr. Meloni tell me what to do at all times. And that's all I have to say...
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