Standing Ovation   4 comments

JTrainBob and Mike left the Supreme Court Building after their Grand Jury appearance. They decided to grab lunch before heading back to the Eight-three. In the diner they ran into Denny he had just left Criminal Court and made the same decision. He had been there for an arraignment on a Driving Under the Influence D.A.T.

A D.A.T. was a Desk Appearance Ticket. The cops called them Disappearance Tickets because the accused rarely showed up for the arraignment. If there were a hundred scheduled to appear ninety-seven would have bench warrants issued. He joined them for lunch. It was nice to eat at a different place occasionally. In the Eight-three there were only  a few clean places and it got monotonous.

After lunch they decided to take the train back rather than the bus. They hadn’t brought their cars because the parking rates in downtown Brooklyn were insane. They were in no hurry to get back and the subway was a good way to waste time.

It was decided to take the J train to Dekalb Ave, and walk to the station house from Broadway. They were on the train with about ten other passengers in the car. The people were glad to have them there; it should have meant an uneventful ride. It was mostly quiet but they did manage to see a show.

At the Marcy Avenue Station a mook came on with his nuclear powered boom box. The damn thing was about three foot long. He had the volume way up. Denny yelled to him to turn it off. The skell couldn’t hear him. Denny walked over and tapped him on the shoulder.

“Turn that damn thing off.”

The skell turned it off and Denny walked back to Bob and Mike. A few minutes later the radio was back on, blasting away. Denny walked over and turned it off himself.

“Look asshole, don’t turn it back on. You’re annoying me and I don’t want to hear it again.”

Sure as hell the radio came back on louder than ever within minutes. Denny turned and the skell smiled at him. That did it. Denny grabbed the radio and threw it out the window as the train reached Flushing Avenue. When the radio hit the platform it shattered. It tumbled along with the car for a while, pieces flying off in all directions

Denny turned on the skell his face as red as a beet. He was pissed.

“One damn word asshole and I’ll throw you between the damn cars.”

When the doors opened he grabbed the skell by the hair and kicked him in the ass right out the door. The people in the car gave him a standing ovation. He bowed to them as he exited onto the platform at Dekalb Ave.


Posted September 17, 2013 by kevingcox in Random Thoughts

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  1. brings back so many fond ???? memories of those days and you guys

  2. KEVIN: The story would have really been great if it ended with the mook flashing a tin and telling everyone he was undercover. hahahahahaha

  3. I could picture it!

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