Wednesday, October 21, 2009

The Price of Justice

The cop was talking to the supervisor about school security when he mentioned an important issue in the pizzeria.

"I got the chicken parm slice. I always get the chicken parm slice. And the guy charged me three bucks!"

I was just walking by. "Three bucks doesn't sound too bad for a chicken parm slice," I said.

"Yeah, but he usually charges me a dollar for it," said the cop.

"What did you do?" asked the supervisor.

"I rousted the place," the cop said. "I chased every damn kid out of that pizzeria and back to school."
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