Ministry Fiction Irritant #010
De Pasada Blues
Everyone knows Al’s Sausage on Avenue de Pasada is a cop hangout. Been that way thirty years.
Even the dumbest criminals avoid de Pasada. But that doesn’t make it quiet.
“Yo!” shouts a skinny teenager from behind Sergeant Jimmy Corbett. “Can you help me out?”
Corbett lowers the combo sandwich from his mouth. “What?”
“Need a jumpstart. Battery keeps dyin’. ”
“Call a tow truck, kid.”
“Man, I’m broke. Not a dime.”
Corbett nods and turns back to the counter. “Officer Grabowski!”
Benny Grabowski, the rookie, at the back of the line.
“Again?” says Benny
“Car needs a jump.”
“Jimmy, I walked that lost kid home, I helped grandma with her groceries and then you had me send that drunk up to Southtown. My break’s almost over and I haven’t even ordered.”
Corbett smiles. “That’s awful. You should talk to your supervisor. Where’s he at?”
Everyone knows Al’s Sausage on Avenue de Pasada is a cop hangout. Been that way thirty years.
Even the dumbest criminals avoid de Pasada. But that doesn’t make it quiet.
“Yo!” shouts a skinny teenager from behind Sergeant Jimmy Corbett. “Can you help me out?”
Corbett lowers the combo sandwich from his mouth. “What?”
“Need a jumpstart. Battery keeps dyin’. ”
“Call a tow truck, kid.”
“Man, I’m broke. Not a dime.”
Corbett nods and turns back to the counter. “Officer Grabowski!”
Benny Grabowski, the rookie, at the back of the line.
“Again?” says Benny
“Car needs a jump.”
“Jimmy, I walked that lost kid home, I helped grandma with her groceries and then you had me send that drunk up to Southtown. My break’s almost over and I haven’t even ordered.”
Corbett smiles. “That’s awful. You should talk to your supervisor. Where’s he at?”
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