After the fiasco at the temple, it was time to pick up dinner before heading to dance lessons. While waiting at the bar for the pasta to be ready- despite calling it in ten minutes prior, the three televisions were on. Naturally, my daughter and I both looked at the one where there were about 50 cops and 100 cop cars outside a very bad neighborhood … waiting.
If history has taught us anything, its that we must never forget; sadly, I failed history.
Barkeep: Your food will be right up.
Me: Ok. …What’s that?
Barkeep: Oh that’s about the shooting.
Me: Why are they all just hanging around the area?
Barkeep: The suspect is still on the loose.
Me: Hmmm. Is that so!
Unfortunately, what I would have tipped the barkeep would now be going towards our financial aid for therapy.