Check this out.
I’m laughing very hard. I wonder if it really seemed reasonable to them, or if they were in it for the shock value. Seems pretty stupid either way.
DaLovin’ Dj
Yep - incredibly stupid, either way. I’m reminded of this old joke:
Cop: “Your eyes look red. Have you been drinking?”
Suspect: “Your eyes look glazed. Have you been eating donuts?”
…hey, YOU try to find something fast to eat at 4 in the morning that’s not donuts…
Hey, I once saw six police cars parked in front of a Dunkin’ Doughnuts in Durham, N.C.
WEll, did they PAY for the donuts?
Heh. In Kissimmee, a couple of years ago, we had a local cop run into a Dunkin’ Donuts shop for donuts…
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…with the police cruiser. Took out the front corner of the store - window, wall and a couple of seats. Back up and operating the next day. The guy still gets kidded about it, not to mention it made the Paul Harvey news report that morning.
That’s hilarious! What a couple of morons.
Actually, the cop-donut stereotype has some basis of fact. When you’re on night patrol and not much is happening, (which is 90% of the time) you sometimes grab a coffee and donut to keep you alert and give you a bit of an energy boost.
And yes, we pay for it. You’d be a fool if you didn’t. Accepting gratuities is contrary to the Police Act and can get you in a world of trouble. Here in Toronto, anyway. I can’t speak for departments south of the border.
Now I’m hungry. Any chocolate glaze around?
I like how you make the whole thing seem like a casual little trick to help keep you alert. At least you are honest that this goes on 90% of the time, giving the reader a clue as to the ugly truth that lurks here.
Doughnuts are not casual tricks. They are an addiction. We have the people whom we count on to maintain security obsessing over doughnuts %90 of their shift. This is a real problem. If it was just coffee, maybe. But these poor addicts are at the hands of a sugar high addiction. The first time it feels real good, but then after that you can’t even feel normal without the doughnuts. From there it’s an outward spiral from your stomach to every part of your life. Your spouse thinks your overweight, you can’t catch the bad guys, and you start landing helicopters in parking lots. All the while just thinking about that next fix.
Man, get the cops off that junk. . .
DaLovin’ Dj
I don’t see what the problem is. So the cop wants to take a break and eat on his shift. But he is in a helicopter. So should he fly back to the airport, park the copter, drive to the doughnut place, get doughnuts, drive back to airport, resume shift; OR should he land, eat and go?
Now if he weren’t on patrol and was hanging out by the helipad and decided to take the copter to make a food run, that would be different.
As for the cop-doughnut tie, see this thread.
Jeezus, there not a donut in the house, and I’m ahaking so bad, I’d kill for a jelly-filled right now but I forgot where I put my gun, what are those big spiders doing on my wall? Hey, there’s snakes on my face!
What’s this addicted stuff, dalovindj?
I’m fine.
Sugar. I’ll just have a glass of sugar, then I’ll make my connection at Mr,Donut.
I’m fine.
Slip! Mr. Donut?!
For shame. Tim Horton’s or Robin’s, at least…
The article made it sound like they stole the donuts.
Mmmm…I could go for a donut right now.
Dammit.
My cousin is a bailiff, and is married to a cop. Whenever they come over to my Mom’s house, they bring a box of donuts, which always get a big laugh.
Hey! Watch out, everybody! The cops are here!
Yay! DONUTS**!
Hm. There’s a Krispy Kreme donut place on the way home from work. Very easy to get to. Very tempting.
This thread is bad for my waistline.
Tim Donut, Mr. Horton, I don’t care. Anything.
But no Banana Creme. That crap is manufactured in the devil’s workshop.
Of course, if there’s nothing else…
There’s nothing worse than a strung out, overweight, cop craving a doughnut fix and trying to get high off of a Banana Creme. Get some help . . .
Is there such a thing as DA?
DaLovin’ Dj
Somehow I knew when I saw the thread title that this was about Albuquerque. We only seem to make the “stranger than fiction” news.
Although I have some serious misgivings about our police department’s use of helicopters in general, what the article doesn’t mention is that the copter was on its way back to the hangar at the end of a regular shift. The field where they land is way out to the west, and the Krispy Kreme store (the only one in New Mexico, I believe) is on the way to the field. In other words, they probably didn’t use any extra public resources except the fuel needed for landing and takeoff. There’s still the issue of a police helicopter landing somewhere other than an official helipad when it wasn’t an emergency, but otherwise it’s not as bad as the article makes it sound.
You know, I’d rather they fly the helicopter out to Krispy Kreme instead of circling it over people’s houses in the middle of the night.
I’m not overweight. I weigh 168 pounds.
And I’m 3 feet, 5 inches tall.
I’m on the Dwarf Squad. Up against the wall. I’m gonna search your shoes.
'Cause I can’t reach your pockets. Hand over that danish. I’m gonna run a check on it.