Why I hate the Police!

As I sat at the Brooklyn Bridge stop with Luckey safely tucked in my bag, a handsome young Italian couple approached me. They petted my pup and made inane conversation as we awaited the downtown 4/5 train. As always a plethora of uptown trains went by and a series of downtown 6 trains made their final stop...yet no 4 or 5 were in sight.

As Luckey grew restless and I recognized the foolishness of awaiting a train to transport me one stop, I made the executive decision to walk home. It's not that cold, after all, I reasoned. As I trudged up the steps and hurried to the turnstile, I released Luckey from his captive bag arrest and held firmly to his leash.

Wholly unaware of the Po Po patrolling, I began my ascent out of the dredges of subwaydom when Officer Mills hastened to shout, "M'am, please halt!" I assumed I had dropped something out of my purse or otherwise been oblivious...such was not my luck. He proceeded to calmly ask for my ID--which I had conveniently lost last week in a tussle with the bf at the Westin--so I produced Columbia ID (no birth date with a Jan. '07 expiry). I cringed as his partner pulled up. One cop can be talked out of ticket, two cops cannot. Bad cop, good cop and such. Officer Mills was good cop. Bad cop, Officer Corrado, issued me a $25 ticket and a hearing date of 2/8/07. Of course, I'm not in a position to contest the ticket. I was, in fact, carting my critter on a leash but outside the confines of a doggie carrier or crate--as is the LAW, it seems.

I realize $25 is pittance...but when your bank account is at -$112, it's money you JUST DO NOT HAVE. The outrage. Honestly, aren't there bigger crimes in NYC than a Sweet Girl with a Vicioius Puppy ambling up the stairs (far from the platform) at Brooklyn Bridge. Is Manhattan so safe that THESE are the violations NYPD feel the need to prosecute? Am I not cute enough to get away with this? Better yet, isn't Luckey cute enough?