There was this cop patrolling at BART station downing his hamburger at 0130hrs singing...
"I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Where the city sleeps
and I'm the only one and I walk alone"
He gets a message in the wireless to go for patrolling at Stevenson Boulevard.
"What the f***, can't eat my hamburger at peace..."
He then meets the security guard of the Stevenson place aprt.
"Hi, how ya doing?"
"Hi, pretty good officer..."
"What's the trouble?"
"Well, there's this aprt #264 disturbing the sleep of the other people, and I have already warned them before, few days back and even today an hour ago, noise doesn't seem to be reducing...
"Ah-huh... well, guess they need a written notice then..."
He pulls out his wireless, "I need backup..."
There comes three more patrolling cars...
Cop knocks the door firmly... Inside nearly 35-40 souls smelt the trouble and fell silent... The person who was in full sense with opened eyes goes and opens the door...
"Hi.."
"Hi, I need aprt owner please..."
"Officer, it's his b'day today so we are sorry if we were creating any kind of problem..."
"Can you please call the aprt owner sir..."
We smelled a ticket... the b'day boy comes with his passport for the proof of his date of birth...
"Sorry officer, they are leaving in 5 minutes, party is over..."
"Ok, well, can I see you ID..."
He takes the Passport and fills a warning notice form and slaps it...
"It's just the warning, hope you'll not repeat this..."
"Good night officer..."
He closes the door smiling and people started walking back to their aprts...
After 15 minutes they all return back from other lane back to our aprt to finish the liquor... only whispers existed from there on with no lights on, only source of light was from the lappies...
The B'day boy got a relishing gift on his birthday!
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