Cops and Donuts

What kind of mid-life crisis yuppie cops, I ask you, park their big hunking motorcycles outside of a Starbucks for their "coffee and donut," and then hang out on the terrace, drink Frappuccinos, flirt with blondes and - I'm not making this part up - let them play with their radar guns?

The ones I'm watching right now, apparently.

Tax dollars at work, baby!

I'm not looking closely enough, though to tell if there's lipstick on the .....

Nope. Won't do it. Won't rise to the bait.....