Friday, July 16, 2010

Spice up lunch with a bowl of chili and an arrest scene

It's Thursday. I'm at the Grand Trunk Pub eating chili. Nice, by the way.

Two guys walk past the sidewalk patio where I'm sitting and are approached by a female cop. She says, "Excuse me, sir," and one of the guys blows her off and keeps walking. She tries again, but he ignores her. She doesn't pursue him; instead she stays with the guy's friend, who stopped without incident.

That's him in the picture, being cuffed by the cop's partner, who arrived a few minutes later. By the time they lower the guy into the back of a squad car, he's crying pretty good.

They loosen the cuffs for him, but I don't think that's why he's crying. His friend is nowhere to be found.

Soon another officer arrives, and the three huddle on the sidewalk. A guy working at the bar walks outside to try and find out what happened. He returns and says that he's overheard the cops talking about how the two guys had robbed someone earlier in the day. Someone reported them, and I guess they were pretty easy to spot. Apparently not many adults are wearing a matching shirt-and-shorts outfit with an Oriental restaurant napkin-style print. That's what this guy's wearing. (Note: We need to upgrade to a better camera.)

Soon the cop car pulls away. The guy in the backseat looks scared.

It's Thursday. I'm at the Grand Trunk Pub. I like chili.