I’ve been watching a lot of COPS Reloaded lately. That’s definitely not anything I ever thought I would say, let alone begin a discussion with. It’s really the kind of thing I should be embarrassed about, but enjoy so much that I am unable to comprehend or even slightly embrace the shame that should be associated with such a pleasure. There’s just something about observing idiots running on foot from law enforcement, and when caught, claiming that it was for absolutely no reason. They just tend to take a brisk jog when the blue lights and sirens begin working. Don’t we all?
Anyway, last night I found myself asking Austin if he minded if we watched “just one episode” of COPS before bed. He laughed but kindly obliged. On said episode, I began to empathize with what I convinced myself was an innocent young man running on foot from cops who were chasing him with a car for no good reason. Obviously he was really bright with lots of potential and didn’t need the additional pressure that is brought on by being chased by a car.
When caught, he was wearing the big, saggy sort of jeans that when observed you can’t decide if they are the gangster version of capri pants or if the person is just preparing for a flood with super short jeans. The pockets of his jeans,capris, and/or shorts were cleaned out and among the contents were multiple packs of Kool-Aid.
“How neat!, ” I said, wanting to believe that he was simply creative about the transportation and purchasing of beverages. “He just carries around Kool-Aid. Maybe he’s cheap. He’s like those little old women who go into restaurants and ask for water and lemons to make lemonade. Only he asks for water and uses the sugar packets to make his own Kool-Aid.”
Austin, while looking at me like I may be slightly sheltered, “I’m pretty sure he’s just actually storing drugs in the Kool-Aid packets.”
I gasped and continued to pull for televised, gangster friend. In fact, I stayed faithful right up until the Kool-Aid tested positive as cocaine. Then I accepted that perhaps my empathy the derelicts on cops was a bit ridiculous.
At the end of the episode, I think what I remained most puzzled about is why that young man didn’t buy new pants that fit if he was bringing in all that cash money slinging Kool-Aid packs full of cocaine. Someone should obviously educate him about the merits of nice denim.
Shamelessly Sassy 