.... I have a friend that works at the liquor store in Sugarhouse and I was chatting with him when I was there last night. We were talking about walking to work, he lives close to the liquor store, I live close to the Chevron. He said that he was a little wary about walking home since the shootout at the Tesoro two blocks from his store, and the arrest right at the liquor store.
.... He was working there when a transvestite, who goes by the name China, came in. The cop on duty that night recognized this person as someone wanted for murder. My friend doesn't know the details of the murder, but he did say that the cop tried to arrest China as he left the store. China put up a fight, wiggled free and started to back away. The cop shot his taser gun at the suspect, with no effect. No effect? you ask. Yup. Seems he hit the suspect right in the breast. The fake breast. Rumors of cast iron bras aside, falsies do not conduct electricity. So, the cop had to chase down the transvestite, tackle him and handcuff him before he was able to bring him in.
.... Now, murder and transvestites are not really that funny. The taser hitting the fake breast, well, is, and it reminded me of a story my maternal grandmother used to tell. She grew up and lived most of her life in Harlem in NYC, and worked in the garment district making hats. I think it was sometime in the 40's or 50's, she had breast cancer and had one removed. One thing she loved doing at work was freaking out the newbies by using her fake breast as a pin cushion. She'd pull a pin out of a hat she was working on and just jab in it and watch the jaw of the person next to her drop to the floor. Yeah, she was a funny lady in her early years.