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Gender: Male
Status: Single
Age: 101
Sign: Aries

City: NEW YORK
State: New York
Country: US
Signup Date: 2/28/2006
Monday, November 26, 2007 

Current mood:  curious
Category: Life
** Welcome to my blog. While my main page may currently look like it's for kids, the blog stories "72 People" are not. Other things on here are safe for all audiences. Enjoy!**

The following is another story from my work-in-progress: 72 People I've Met On the Subway.  Each and every story is 100% true...er, save for a few comedic embellishments.


I Talk to a Cop

Down in the depths of the 72nd street subway station, waiting for the uptown 1 or 9 trains, the following quite titillating exchange took place.

The cop's voice was a deep, tough Brooklyn-New Yorker twang. My voice is not. I sound more like George Plimpton...

I'd leaned on a bench probably a little to close to 'im...

Cop: Hey, how ya doin'?

Me: I'm alright (I wasn't. My kitty cat had died that day, and I was walking around with a sprained ankle to boot.)

Cop: Yeah good, we're just keepin' an eye, ya know? (Hint: touch my gun, my partners and I will shoot your balls off.)

Me: Cool. Is this a problem station? (God help me, officer, I'm innocent.)

Cop: There're a lot picks in this area (You seem okay, so I'll use some cop jargon)

Me: "Picks"? (Picks?)

Cop: Pickpockets.

Me: So you guys stay at the platform or you walk through the trains?

Cop: Well, on the trains we ain't gonna attract a pick, all in our uniforms an' all, so we stay here – more as a deterrent. Sometimes people come off the train, screamin' about someone having their hand in their pocket or a guy takin' their wallet.

I found this all truly quite interesting.  After that we began talking about a now-defunct department store, A&S -- once very well-known in the NYC area.  No shit.