I was coming out of the PATH train at the WTC this fine President's Day morning (2010-02-15), book and dunkin doughnuts coffee in tow, when I passed by a women in a NYPD winter uniform jacket standing outside a patrol car. I verified that there was no "traffic patch" above her shoulder patch and noted that another female uniformed officer was sitting in the passenger seat of the patrol car. I uncharacteristically forgot to make note of the precient or other divisional market of the car. I'm not sure why I do this, I chalk it up to being aware of my surroundings.
As I passed by she inquired where I got the Dunkin Joughnuts coffee from. I replied, "Jersey." She thanked me as I walked away. I then remembered there was a Dunkin Doughnuts on Church Street going in the directions of Chambers. She thanked me again, and I continued on the A train.
Some of you might be asking what I find so weird about this encounter? Well, quite frankly, cops tend to know food places in their precincts pretty well. Putting aside stereotypes about cops and doughnuts, due to the nature of their work, they tend not to get a regular lunch break. They eat when and where they can while on duty.
Of course I don't know the full story. Perhaps she was just transferred to this precinct. Maybe she was working a special tour. She could have even been making conversation because she though I was cute. I will never know the reason.