Fruit Flies?
Last night a crew of my Queens peeps got together at the local hole in the wall to chew the fat and catch up. It was kinda nice to hang at a place that didn’t require taking a cab or subway ride home. We even had a pretty nice turn out.
However, towards the end of the night, the cops showed up. At first we thought they were coming in as patrons, but when they went behind the bar with flashlights, it was clear this was not the case. Though we weren’t doing anything wrong, it was very uncomfortable. In fact, the jukebox even stopped playing (and I thought I heard a cricket.) They inspected every bottle individually with their flashlights. One of the guys that worked there claimed they were searching for fruit flies.
Not exactly sure what happened, but we saw them get a fist full of tickets.
