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OP-ED: Police drink up fun from a milkshake run
by Nathan J. Robinson
Op-Ed | 3/11/08
Posted online at 2:34 AM EST on 3/11/08
Saturday, around 11 p.m., I was struck by an idea. "Why, I ought to go to Ollie's Eatery, Brandeis' splendid late-night diner, and acquire a milkshake and some toast," I thought to myself. After all, I've grown rather fond of Ollie's since it opened. A Louis Late Plate makes for a perfectly delicious end to a long, stressful day.
But that night something went horribly, horribly wrong.
When I arrived at Sherman, it was surrounded by police officers and secretive-looking men in suits. A large crowd of students was gathered outside the downstairs doors, and all other entrances to the building were sealed off. Inside more police officers stood next to what appeared to be metal detectors. I tried to worm my way through the crowd to go up to Ollie's, but was reprimanded for "cutting in line."
"Line? I'm not in a line. I'm going to the pancake shop," I informed the interloper. "What's the line for?"
"eXtaSy," the person replied.
"I'm afraid I do not know what that is," I politely responded. What I found out after questioning a number of passers-by was that "eXtaSy" was some sort of godawful dance-party designed to keep me from getting a midnight milkshake.
I looked mournfully up at the windows of The Stein and saw Ollie's patrons being escorted to tables. My beloved diner was clearly open. But thanks to the crowds and cops that had gathered for the dance, it looked as if it was going to be impossible to get my milkshake.
And then I spied a fellow traveler!
"Uh, I'm trying to pick up an order from Ollie's. What am I supposed to do?" another student was asking one of the men in suits. The man in the suit gruffly suggested that he try pushing through the crowd, past the ticket booth, up the stairs and through the metal detectors. The student obliged, and I followed at his heels.
We successfully made it through the crowd, but were stopped at the metal detectors by a slew of surly policemen.
"Everything out of your pockets," one of them barked at me.
But that night something went horribly, horribly wrong.
When I arrived at Sherman, it was surrounded by police officers and secretive-looking men in suits. A large crowd of students was gathered outside the downstairs doors, and all other entrances to the building were sealed off. Inside more police officers stood next to what appeared to be metal detectors. I tried to worm my way through the crowd to go up to Ollie's, but was reprimanded for "cutting in line."
"Line? I'm not in a line. I'm going to the pancake shop," I informed the interloper. "What's the line for?"
"eXtaSy," the person replied.
"I'm afraid I do not know what that is," I politely responded. What I found out after questioning a number of passers-by was that "eXtaSy" was some sort of godawful dance-party designed to keep me from getting a midnight milkshake.
I looked mournfully up at the windows of The Stein and saw Ollie's patrons being escorted to tables. My beloved diner was clearly open. But thanks to the crowds and cops that had gathered for the dance, it looked as if it was going to be impossible to get my milkshake.
And then I spied a fellow traveler!
"Uh, I'm trying to pick up an order from Ollie's. What am I supposed to do?" another student was asking one of the men in suits. The man in the suit gruffly suggested that he try pushing through the crowd, past the ticket booth, up the stairs and through the metal detectors. The student obliged, and I followed at his heels.
We successfully made it through the crowd, but were stopped at the metal detectors by a slew of surly policemen.
"Everything out of your pockets," one of them barked at me.
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Prince
posted 3/11/08 @ 11:52 AM EST
This is amusing and scary at the same time. My party, Purple Rain, was way better.
Alan Royals
posted 3/11/08 @ 2:27 PM EST
As if we needed more reasons the party was a huge failure other than the fact that student money was spent so that blokes from other schools could party while Brandesians were forced to stand outside, Mr. (Continued…)
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