Officer Sundae

I wouldn’t consider this story a civilian’s commentary on our police force—it’s more in the league of “you had to be there”.

My friends and I were eating ice cream at Sargent Sundae around 10:30 last night—our lives are TOO exciting. However, the reason for this late night ice cream run was to satisfy my friend’s ice cream itch before he heads back to Toronto despite the fact that he’s lactose intolerant.

After grabbing a pumpkin spiced soft serve, a banana split, a chocolate sundae, and a dip cone, we headed to the tables outside to eat, talk, and make jokes that only we find terribly funny.

Soon after sitting down though, a police car’s lights goes off on Portage Avenue, and both police officers step out and begin shouting.

Back at the table we look at one another, gleefully.

We get up from our seats and circle around, crossing the street to stand in front of Joe Black Coffee Bar because we want the best seats in the house.

The cops have their guns out and are telling the driver and passenger to stay in the car… and I swear… they said something along the lines of “and no one will get hurt!”

Is that a police cliché I heard???

Anyway, three other cop cars soon show up, and the driver emerges from the car.

Now, stereotypically I was expecting a man in his mid-twenties, possibly wearing a baggy sweater and pants, which hang below his butt, but no, it was a girl and she was wearing this cute flowery sundress. I debated whether going afterwards and asking her where she bought it.

My friends and I chuckled at the sight—all these police officers and a girl who could probably fit in their pocket— but we assumed it was just protocol to ask for this much backup.

My friend Emily then proceeded to take a selfie with her phone, the cop car’s lights flashing behind her. We all concluded she should hashtag it an “inconsiderate” selfie.

If you’ve ever watched the finale of Gossip Girl, you’ll understand when I say the ending to this saga was severely underwhelming. The cops all went back to their cars and drove off, leaving the girl to get back into her car and wait till her heart stopped pounding.

We all sighed in disappointment, still unable to determine the cause for this controlled chaos, however it did discredit our theory that this was just an excuse to all get together for ice cream at Sargent Sundae.