superlative comedy
I spent last night on a grand tour of NYC police precincts in downtown Manhattan. My wallet was stolen last Friday somewhere between Ippudo and Gotham and a bunch of charges have been made for metrocards and airline tickets. A total bummer. But, over the course of the evening, I came to notice that policemen are a deeply funny people.
On the detective floor of the 6th Precinct in the village, the walls are covered with cork boards just like The Wire! There were reminders for educational courses like “Don’t miss it! Review Course 1: Violence Against Women” and a series scribbled phone numbers for local morgues, hospitals and detention centers downtown.
My favorite part of the night - aside from my sarcastic lady cop and the large black man who was sitting next to me crying - was a print-out that someone had taped to the women’s restroom:
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Photo cred: My clandestine Android camera
