Fun With The New York City Cops…

So I’m waiting in front of Grand Central (by the 42nd street entrance), just hanging out (I was meeting Christine there because we were going to take the #7 together to Long Island City for dinner) and this NYPD SUV/Truck is sitting in front of the entrance just hanging out there.

The back door is open; gorgeous Italian cop sitting in back, gorgeous black hair and I’m just hanging out doing my thing and the cop points his finger at me and shouts “You, get over here” and he motions for me to come over and I look at him with the “who, me?” look, and he goes “Yeah, You, Get over here!” and now I’m thinking “wow, I haven’t had a guy in uniform say that to me since the black party…and he wasn’t even a real cop” so I walk over and he goes “So, did you go to Plainview High School?!” and I was like “Yes…” and the front window rolls down…

…in the front of the car, was one of the former security guards from my High School (we won’t get into the fact that, after five years, he still remembers me), so I shook his hand and congratulated him on joining New York’s finest.