“Can you f*****g believe this? I haven’t even had a sip of my coffee yet.”
“Yep,” I heard Johnson reply.
“Okay, fella. Let’s go. You’re blocking traffic here. There’s a nice bench right across the street to sit on. Come on. Get up.” the partner said.
I felt the partner tap me with his baton on the side to get me to move.
“Come on. You’re blocking the entrance here. People got to get in and out. Get up,” the partner said.
I dug into my little corner, wedging my feet and shoulders between the door and the brick wall.
“Christ, he’s not moving. Can you believe this guy?” the partner asked.
I looked sideways up at Officer Johnson, who stood a few paces back and seemed bored by the call, content to let his partner handle it.
“Johnson, help me move this guy,” the partner said.
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