Now that is service

Yesterday, I ordered two pairs of shoes from Easy Spirit to be delivered to the office.

I asked for regular delivery, so I expected them next Monday.

One pair are on my feet right now. Pretty black Mary Janes. The other pair also fits. :)

Three boys, Five Cars

Last night, at about 8:30, I was standing at the bus stop near my house. I'd just gotten there, in fact.

Just at that point, three very tall young men sauntered by. I pretty much ignored them, of course, until a police car with four people in it (I noticed it was full) stopped right in front of me. When I say stopped, I don't mean pulled in to the curb. I mean stopped in the middle of the right lane of Coney Island Avenue. An officer gets out, and starts calling the young men by name and ordering them against a nearby garage. I move away from the scene and keep watching for my bus, which was on the way. I very much *wanted* to watch, but didn't think it was a good idea.

However, as I waited for the bus and watched the traffic creep by around the patrol car, I could hear handcuffs and the boys being ordered to sit on the ground, and could see other patrol cars stopping and parking in odd angles. By the time my bus fought its way to the stop, there were five cars, and what looked like a dozen cops standing around the three boys, who were on the ground with their hands cuffed in front of them.

I have no idea what was going on there. I can see the need for backup, and for extra cars to transport them since the first was full, but *five*?