Moral of the story no matter where you live: Make sure you if need suspenders for the piece you plan to carry in your pants before you go packing, otherwise accidental wedgies, or worse, can happen. For me suspenders are mandatory if I chose to pack my Beretta Model 96; otherwise, it's the little S&W .357.
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The perp was an ex-con. He couldn’t come up with a better plan than holding up a donut shop and getting away in an Uber?!
Yet one more example of Natural Selection at work.
So there was a gaggle of cops in a Dunkin’ Donuts. I see.
There is a Dunkin Donuts near the town lines of Acton, Maynard, Concord, and Sudbury Massachusetts open 24 hours a day with all night complete police protection.
Not to smart to rob a donut shop.
Funnier than Woody Allen in Take the Money and Run when his soap bar shoe polish blackened phony gun melted in the rain.
Or the real life bank robber who set down his wallet and full ID at the teller’s window and rushed out with the money but forgot his wallet.
But wait! NY has the most draconian gun laws in the country!
How could this possibly happen?
I thought for sure this would be a “Florida Man” story.
Cops who “just happened” to be at a donut shop? I see that the writer has been cloistered in his mother’s basement for his whole life.
During the summer that the Bangles came out with “Walk Like an Egyptian” and had the line about the cops in the donut shop, every single time - without exception - that I was at a light near the local Dunkin Donuts, the cop that was ahead, behind or next to me would stop there. These guys really don’t do much to help their own reputation.
Are we supposed to believe that 3 cops at the donut shop was happenstance?
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It’s like Fredo tried to rob a Dunkin’ Donuts
Yeah, cops just happened to be in a donut shop................
Cops at a donut shop. What are the odds?
Nervous robber:
“All right you mother stickers...this a F up!”
OKAY to the headline brought up a memory that might have been created when I was in high school... something about a girl friend and I had to walk past her dad, who was dozing in the recliner, in their tiny living room, in order to get out of the house. We were going to a party.
A bottle of alcohol might have slipped out of her or my hands (can’t remember), onto the floor, right in front of him, and woke him up....
“a trio of NYPD officers who just happened to be in the fast food restaurant...”
Oh sure, the police “just happened” to be at the donut shop. Funny how that works.