More Misadventures with the Police Department (Part 2)

I'd like to know why I can't eat at Panera without getting having to deal with the lame ass antics of some police officer. I've managed to graduate from patrol officers to police sergeants. This honestly happened last week. I am not posting this to brag, it's just another misadventure in criminal justice world.

I went to Panera last Tuesday with a woman that I work with. We had pretty much had enough of dealing with lame ass customers and our adverse working conditions. We pulled up and you could tell from the inside that the place was packed. I walked up in through the main doors and just kind of said out loud "Do you think we should find a seat before we go and order?"

As soon as I said something, I hear this male voice say "You should sit here" or "Yes you should." At this point I saw there was an empty table, right by a police sergeant in FULL UNIFORM sitting at the table next to that one. I know he was a sergeant due to the markings on the sleeve of his uniform (I was a police intern). I just kind of smiled and laughed and walked off.

Yeah, too bad he was wearing a wedding ring. I mean come on. I just want to eat my lunch.