since Monday i have initiated contact with about 35 police officers

[datasuspect]

i used my forceful, engaged voice, raised to a very hearable volume and either asked them a question or made some jokey comment about the weather or having to stand around or similar.

this is what i noticed:

the majority of chicago police officers seemed really bored, but were very approachable and would even crack jokes back to you. the ones i spoke with were doing things like security detail for film production, CTA detail, and sitting for no apparent reason parked somewhere.

there were about 5 that tensed up, made physical cues of latent aggression/defense stance, and one said, "what am i, a fucking map?" but still pointed me in the direction to go (i asked for directions).

there was only one that just said, "keep moving" when i walked towards him.

the task force undercovers are always on the move. their unmarked cars can be seen careening through anywhere at any time. if you see them outside of their cars, it's at a restaurant or arrest situation or at the police building.

i've only seen one or two SWAT (and both at dunkin donuts) outside of vehicles. they wear military style olive green police uniforms and are extremely aggressive. they order coffee and it seems belligerent.

[MiddleFingerMom]

1. My older brother...

.
...during the late 1960's and with hair down to his ass, no less --
was visiting a friend in Chicago and was pulled over for rolling
through a stop sign.
.
With his friend in the passenger seat, he proceeded to give the
officer a fairly tough time... but he simply kept his poise, gave
my brother his ticket, and moved on.
.
His friend was incredulous. He told my brother that they had just
encountered the ONLY cop in Chicago during that era that chose to
refrain from pulling my brother (and perhaps his friend) out of
his van and doing a major Skittles number on his ass.
.
Me... I was driving a friend's car and I was taking her to an
ENORMOUS Amish farmer's market about 20 miles NW of Philadelphia
when we got pulled over in farm country. A lot of the cars in my
friend's neighborhood had been splashed by vandals with white
paing, and my friend's back license plate had been partially
obscured (the reason for us getting stopped).
.
HOT day. Cop sweating profusely in his heavy uniform. The local
farmers had VERY evidently sprayed their fields with a manure
slurry. As the officer is standing beside me checking out the
registration, my friend innocently (seriously) asks, "Does it smell
like pigshit to you?"
.
My heart sank. I knew... I KNEW that I, not my friend, that I
would be going to jail now.
.
He either didn't hear her (VERY doubtful) or understood or
chose to ignore it. Not even a ticket.
.
When I told my friend that she could have asked about cow
shit or fish shit or even HER shit -- ANYTHING but what she
asked about -- she almost choked trying to apologize while
laughing her ass off.
.
She was , you see, very fucking funny like that.
.

[theNotoriousP.I.G.]

2. Very interesting

but are you giving up capital letters or somethink?