I had a drum that was stored on a huge wardrobe and was pretty unstable. One day, as i opened the wardrobe, the drum fell on my head. I laugh about it today because fortunately, the wound was not as severe as i though at first.
I saw a cop pull up and park illegally to go into a Dunkin donuts. It was like seeing a political cartoon in real life.
Childhood memory from Munich: We’re sitting at a table eating breakfast when a patrol car parks right outside and two police officers exit (you know how they look in their Bavarian uniforms, boots, belts and all), they’re both in the prime of their lives, tall and strong, walk straight up to the counter and say nothing more than a good morning before a breakfast spread magically appears on the counter before them, with two Maßkrug of beer. The police officers devour the breakfast and down the beers faster than I can breathe, before they say a simple thanks and go out to their car and drive away. No visible payment. My little brother and I just looked at each other, both knowing that we had just seen something one doesn’t see every day.
These little bribes are very common in the US. Shops/restaurants give cops free food/drinks to stay on their good side, and so the cops will “patrol” the area more.
I gave the small town police a dunkin gift card for taking the time to drive up to a trail head parking lot in the mountains, in the winter, and pick up my expensive crampons that I had left there. I figured they didn’t have to do it for some forgetful tourist. They said “no no” to the gift at first but I insisted.
