Our table at the banquet was only about halfway occupied, and some of my fellow diners were trying to scam additional deserts from the server. (“No, really, they just stepped outside for a couple of minutes. They’ll be right back!”)
The server brought over some extras, with the good-humored comment that “I’m not the Cheesecake Police.”
Which got me thinking:
- How do you join the Cheesecake Police?
- Is there a Cheesecake Police Academy?
- Doesn’t “Cheesecake Police Academy” sound like some sort of cheap knock-off movie that you’d see on a low-rent cable channel in the 1980s? Complete with a very low rent version of Michael Winslow?
- What’s the training like?
- Is there a citizen’s ride-along program?
- What do the uniforms look like?
- What’s the duty gun for the Cheesecake Police? (Obviously, it should be some sort of Smith and Wesson.)
Why, yes, I am in a weird mood. Why do you ask?