SUPER COPS.... pt 2.

We left off with the tab-skipper and FIRE-MARSHALL ED sitting at a face-to-face stalemate: She claimed to have no money to pay her tab (she said that she was meeting someone there and the person was a no-show); and here we are, wondering if she was a scam artist, trying to get over. While the tab in question wasn't large enough to warrant a call to the police (it would have been more trouble than it was worth), we also wanted to send her a message that it wasn't cool to go into establishments and try to scam hard-working folks out of their products.

So we took her ID and kept it, telling her that she could get it back when she brought back the money for her tab. She kept insisting that we give her the ID because she needed it and we kept
insisting to her that we needed something to hold to ensure that she would actually return. At one point I went outside to call the police (I didn't really call the cops; it was more for cinematic effect), and she got really nervous.

Finally after a few tense minutes, we decided to let her go- but not without a tongue-lashing and a warning that if she ever showed her face around the neighborhood again, she would be up shit-creek.


I think she got the message.



Moral of the Story: "You can't get over on the SUPER COPS!"



Nuff Said