Bad Cop, no Donut!

mid-morning on Tuesday, the 22nd of February 2005 by Chad

So as happened many upon many nights, we found ourselves hanging out in the donut shop in Newark, DE. Located on the so-called "back stretch" of Main Street, this is where most of us young punks with nothing to do found ourselves until dawn.

A crowded night, still early, most of the stools were filled when in pulls one of Newark’s finest patrolmen. And he is there to get the donuts for the night shift apparently.

He walks in, orders a couple dozen, pays, turns around, his gun falls out of its holster on to the floor, he leaves gets in his car, and drives away.

Yes, thats right, his gun fell out of his holster. This being years ago, it was a revolver, and it hit the floor with a thunk, but he never noticed, and drove away.

No one moved for several minutes. Then the snickering started, but no one moved to pick up the gun. Shortly after that, we all quieted up again as the police car returned to the parking lot.

The cop came back in, picked up his gun, gave his best Barney Fife grin, and said,

"Whoops, I dropped my gun!"

Turned around and left, got back in his car, and most likely never returned again.