The sun is shining brightly. Sitting in Dunkin Donuts this morning on a high stool, looking out the window where the sun is shining in onto Halsey Street, right off Broadway, in Brooklyn, USA, eating an everything bagel, slightly toasted, with cream cheese. Brought my own drink, green tea. There are no Starbucks in this neighborhood so Dunkin Donuts will have to do, to sit and jot down notes.
A cop cruiser, carrying two of New York’s Finest, pulls into a No Standing Anytime zone. One of the policemen exits the cruiser and enters Dunkin Donuts. He has on sunglasses and enters with a swagger, stands in a line of about ten people waiting for their Dunkin Donuts fix.
Shortly, the cop gets his order and exits Dunkin Donuts with his coffee and donuts, gets into the cruiser and speeds away. To fight crime or to find a nice safe street to eat their donuts? What is it with cops and donuts? The sugar rush? I always thought it was about the thrill of the chase in crime-fighting that they got their rush.