BlackBerry, NYPD, iPADS

For the past few weeks my blackberry has been acting weird. It shuts down randomly, battery life sucks and most recently the sensor stopped working. So I decided to go to the Verizon store up the street to get a new phone. I'm thinking Wednesday at 3pm is a good time, yeah, I was wrong. Doesn't anyone work in this town? I felt like I was in the year 1950. It was all women in the store and not a single male customer, not that I'm complaining but thought it was a little weird. I thought just as many women work now a days and that there would be at least a few Mr. Moms out there. I need to strive for something in life.

I don't want to get into the details of looking for a new phone so lets just say I asked for the cheapest blackberry possible because chances of me dropping or losing this thing is very great. The longest part of the blackberry process is switching over my contacts and applications; so the tech guy told me it's going to take about 20 minutes to load everything. I roll my eyes, then remember its not like I have anything else to do so I smile politely and go play with the ipads on display. I'm about five minutes into reading the new Bill Simmons blog on ESPN when I notice two cop cars rolling up to the Verizon store. My first thought is that there isnt't a Dunkin' Donuts around here so what the hell are they doing? Next thing I know three NYPD cops are walking into the store. (Maybe it's because I'm currently addicted to Rescue Me, but I hate cops. Especially NYPD cops. They are cocky and assholes. I think they have a complex because they aren't firefighters so they have to be dicks to everyone.) They stroll into the store with their loud walkie talkies and come up to me and tell me they need to get on the ipad to look something up. I tell them I'm reading this article and I'll be off in a few minutes. They proceed to get in between me and the ipad and kind of like push me outta the way. The said this was NYPD official business and needed to find the exact address of a store downtown that was broken into. Sounds completely shady if you ask me. Don't they have computers in the car? Or those obnoxious walkie talkies they can call the police house to ask them to research it? It made no sense at all. My tax dollars are pay these assholes salary! Oh wait, not my tax dollars!! "Hey, I'm Retired at 28!"