I call 911 incessantly on the drunkards when they (a) refuse to move on the street, (b) are fighting with the people around them, (c) are drinking near children, or (d) are puking/pissing all over. For those of you who are going to reply "This happens in Wrigley...", I'd call on it there too if I ever hung out at Wrigley. But, I do call 911 on the drunkards near the Chicago Red Line stop often when they're engaged in the above (a)-(d) activities. Funny, when people are drinking ALL DAY, including at 10am, they usually do have the double-whammy.
On another note,that same corner - I saw a man taking wagers earlier this week. On what,who knows...
Looks similar to the street drinking party they were having at Clifton and Wilson this afternoon. Coppers must have been sleeping in their cars at the Clark Street 7-11 again.
And they didn't invite *me*? The peeps hanging out on my building's steps drinking Natty Ice in the early (early) AM don't invite me, either, but they kindly move aside when I enter/exit my building. Very polite. Call me ma'am. Wish me a good morning. Better than the hipsters and yuppies I encounter roundabouts here.
The beggars, however, I sometimes have to shout out at them through my bedroom window to get them to move on. They start work altogether too early for my tastes. Either way, they're generally agreeable, willing to oblige me.
Drunks gotta drink somewhere. Beggars gotta beg. Homeless ones, too. Thankfully I can afford this apartment, where I'm currently getting tipsy in my office, taking advantage of business folks drunker than I am. Electronically!
P.S. Who say's they're *starting* in the morning? Bedtime isn't until noon as far as I'm concerned. The freedom of not working M-F/9-5. It's grand.
Okay, Candice. We all acknowledge your kewlness and hipness. You are the kookiest and most enigmatic chick evah, forever and ever, amen. Now, can we move on with the discussion?
Ever try to use that mailbox, though? I royally pissed some woman off once because she was polite enough to move aside so I could put something in the box but she didn't move her beer and I didn't see it and it went flying when I opened the box.
She was pissed and I would have been more pissed had I not jumped back in time, since showing up smelling like beer at work is frowned upon.
A reader sends in the following pic from Lawrence and Sheridan and writes:
Like a friend of mine says, What's the point of drinking all day if you don't start in the morning?
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ReplyDeleteThat was pretty funny...
I call 911 incessantly on the drunkards when they (a) refuse to move on the street, (b) are fighting with the people around them, (c) are drinking near children, or (d) are puking/pissing all over. For those of you who are going to reply "This happens in Wrigley...", I'd call on it there too if I ever hung out at Wrigley. But, I do call 911 on the drunkards near the Chicago Red Line stop often when they're engaged in the above (a)-(d) activities. Funny, when people are drinking ALL DAY, including at 10am, they usually do have the double-whammy.
ReplyDeleteOn another note,that same corner - I saw a man taking wagers earlier this week. On what,who knows...
I admit. I LOL'ed at your comment Beacon.
ReplyDeleteLooks similar to the street drinking party they were having at Clifton and Wilson this afternoon. Coppers must have been sleeping in their cars at the Clark Street 7-11 again.
ReplyDeleteAnd they didn't invite *me*? The peeps hanging out on my building's steps drinking Natty Ice in the early (early) AM don't invite me, either, but they kindly move aside when I enter/exit my building. Very polite. Call me ma'am. Wish me a good morning. Better than the hipsters and yuppies I encounter roundabouts here.
ReplyDeleteThe beggars, however, I sometimes have to shout out at them through my bedroom window to get them to move on. They start work altogether too early for my tastes. Either way, they're generally agreeable, willing to oblige me.
Drunks gotta drink somewhere. Beggars gotta beg. Homeless ones, too. Thankfully I can afford this apartment, where I'm currently getting tipsy in my office, taking advantage of business folks drunker than I am. Electronically!
P.S. Who say's they're *starting* in the morning? Bedtime isn't until noon as far as I'm concerned. The freedom of not working M-F/9-5. It's grand.
Okay, Candice. We all acknowledge your kewlness and hipness. You are the kookiest and most enigmatic chick evah, forever and ever, amen. Now, can we move on with the discussion?
ReplyDeleteThere is one good thing I can say about these drunkards. They are paying the liquor taxes that the city is collecting.
ReplyDeleteEver try to use that mailbox, though? I royally pissed some woman off once because she was polite enough to move aside so I could put something in the box but she didn't move her beer and I didn't see it and it went flying when I opened the box.
ReplyDeleteShe was pissed and I would have been more pissed had I not jumped back in time, since showing up smelling like beer at work is frowned upon.
I walked a few blocks home instead of taking the bus right through this warzone and I can tell you, I'm losing faith in humanity.
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