Po Po

I love when your Friday night party takes four cop cars to break up. One rolls up with lights and no sirens, soon joined by another. Your guests leave. Suddenly a third speeds around the corner of 12th and H and screeches to a stop. This cop gets out and begins examining the curbs with a flashlight for discarded substances and shining his beacon on some stragglers. Five minutes later you're all still here and a fourth responder cruises in like "sorry I'm late, guys, is there still wine in the box?"