So there I was one fine summer afternoon, sitting outside Moody's Pub (a North Side institution with great burgers, great onion rings, good sangria, and a great patio on which one can while away lazy summer evenings with great friends).
In the distance, I could hear the wail of the sirens on an approaching police car. Sure enough, a police car, lights flashing, came sailing up Broadway, zipping around cars.
Right in front of Moody's, the police car made a U-turn, coming to a stop right in front of Moody's! Naturally, I was a bit alarmed.
One of the officers got out of the car, and ambled... yes, ambled would be the word... into Moody's, cup in hand. He emerged a few minutes later with a cup full of something cool to drink, got back in the car, and off went the police officers, leisurely driving back in the direction they'd come.
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