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fandomhigh2011-11-09 08:49 am
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Tricks, Cons and Bamboozles | Wednesday | Period 1
Today, entering the Danger Shop, students in Neal's class might be a bit surprised by what they found.
Which was a room set up to look like a police station, complete with uncomfortable reinforced chairs, no open windows, and a box of almost-stale donuts in the corner. Neal went for the classics.
"Hey, guys," he said from over by the appropriately terrible coffee maker, where he was experimentally adding creamer after creamer to the coffee and making no progress on improving it. "So one thing we haven't talked about yet is the reverse of all this stuff, or law enforcement. Not gonna lie to you guys -- this job is not fun. It's a little more interesting if you're FBI and get the good cases, but here it's pretty much redirecting calls and fighting over the last chocolate glazed."
Nice, Neal. Real nice.
"So today for the duration of class, I'd like you all to experience it for yourself. Each of you guys, pick a desk, grab a cup of coffee -- non-negotiable on that last one, by the way, because you should definitely taste this -- and a donut, and sooner or later your phone'll start ringing and you can deal with real police business."
Real police business that he'd programmed into the Danger Shop with cop-resenting glee, thank you very much.
"Ready? Okay, get started."
With that, he gingerly took a sip of his coffee, gagged, and threw it into the garbage can like it was poisonous. Ugh.
Which was a room set up to look like a police station, complete with uncomfortable reinforced chairs, no open windows, and a box of almost-stale donuts in the corner. Neal went for the classics.
"Hey, guys," he said from over by the appropriately terrible coffee maker, where he was experimentally adding creamer after creamer to the coffee and making no progress on improving it. "So one thing we haven't talked about yet is the reverse of all this stuff, or law enforcement. Not gonna lie to you guys -- this job is not fun. It's a little more interesting if you're FBI and get the good cases, but here it's pretty much redirecting calls and fighting over the last chocolate glazed."
Nice, Neal. Real nice.
"So today for the duration of class, I'd like you all to experience it for yourself. Each of you guys, pick a desk, grab a cup of coffee -- non-negotiable on that last one, by the way, because you should definitely taste this -- and a donut, and sooner or later your phone'll start ringing and you can deal with real police business."
Real police business that he'd programmed into the Danger Shop with cop-resenting glee, thank you very much.
"Ready? Okay, get started."
With that, he gingerly took a sip of his coffee, gagged, and threw it into the garbage can like it was poisonous. Ugh.
Be a Cop!
Re: Be a Cop!
"Police station, Miley Ray speaking!" she chirped. "What? No. No, I'm sorry, I can't help you with that. You should probably get the Frisbee out of your hedges and politely tell the kids to stop."
Re: Be a Cop!
Re: Be a Cop!
When the phone finally rang, it was somebody claiming they had the wrong number. Bruce was positive they were high. Exciting.
Re: Be a Cop!
"Okay," Jack said holding up the mug and talking with a mouthful of donut. "How great is this coffee?"
When he got the call about a woman complaining about her fiance not marrying her, he dutifully ignored it and swiped another donut.