Once,about six almost seven years ago during a strange twist of fate i found myself suddenly unemployed. well this being the big city and all one thing you can not be is without a job...even if its just "till something better comes along"...so I picked up a copy of the Village Voice and within hours i scored myself a new job...doing drag queen makeovers in a transvestite boutique. Actually turned out to be a very cool job...
Every week this cop used to come into the shoppe (which compromised an entire loft floor)...he'd pick out a bra and lacey panties,pay for them...go into the fitting room to put them on and he'd leave. Big burly red headed 'stached kida Irish New York City cop.
Flash foward about a year...I was in my apartment something better had come along.The job was light years behind me...just another evening when I decided to make a quick trip to the bodega across the street from me...and I'm happy and just minding my way not realising that there had just been a drug raid...appears the store was dealing and the front door was locked...only i didnt realize it and as i went to pull the door open I pulled myself into it...where on the other side of the door about two feet from my face was the burly red headed cop. Poor guys eyes popped open and he literally took a step back. With a knowing smile I went on my merry way.
You never know who you might be standing next to.
In retrospect I regret not blackmailing him.
