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StartThis image isn’t a “caption this.” Instead, I’m offering you the opportunity to look at all aspects of this picutre and write a brief story. What are all those people doing in the background? What is the woman saying to the police? What’s the orange vest for? Tell us what’s going on.
Image via Wikimedia Commons
“It’s a caption contest”
“Listen red, you shut your mouth! I’ll tell you what’s a caption contest and what isn’t.” Larry shot back. “I’ve been a cop way too long not to know the difference”.
Sandy thought, “Red? Did he just call me red? Oh no he didn’t!”
“I’ve got a crowd of three hundred and 22 hippies and anarchists not 30 yards away and they ALL say it’s a caption contest!”
Molly shrugged and sounded disinterested. “Looks like a caption contest to me.” She lifted here vente latte and took a sip.
“You’re still on probation rookie!” Larry yelped. He was getting upset and couldn’t muster a proper scream. It was an honest to goodness yelping sound. He knew when he was losing control of a situation. This was starting to look way too much like the “Write Me Some Folk Lyrics” riot of ’69.
“Summer of love, my foot.” Larry was thinking. When he snapped back to the present he yelped some more, “I’ll rip that shiny new orange vest right off your back and mail to the sarge with your your ass stapled to it!”
Molly shrugged again and wiped a drop of coffee off her lower lip with a finger.
“I like cookies.” Clarice didn’t know what else to say and it seemed like it might be relevant to the conversation. She wasn’t sure though. She was wearing her purple jacket and she kept all her meds in the red one.
Molly and Larry looked at each other and nodded. Everyone likes cookies.
Sandy was going to argue but hey, they were right. Everyone does like cookies.
Sandy, Larry, Molly and Clarice lead the crowd to Ralph’s in a terrifying whirl of stomping feet and waving arms. Once there, they cleaned the joint out of Nutter Butters and Double Stuff Oreos.
“Caption contest.”
“No it ain’t” Larry dipped his Nutter Butter in Molly’s coffee. It was peaceful in the cookie isle.
“If I had a mermaid, I’d name her Jill”, said Clarice.
Red Haired Lady: “I’ll tell you why people are mad. This Starbucks behind me is CLOSING. Do you understand what that means? Not only do people realize they can’t afford a four dollar beverage every day, Starbucks is actually admitting it.”
A police officer enjoying a donut at Starbucks today was overwhelmed as thousands stormed the streets along Main Street. Many upset citizens were compelled to picket the local hot spot amidst internet rumors that Starbucks does not support the war in Iraq and has refused to donate coffee to the troops. A spokeswoman for Starbucks attempted to quell the picketers stating that “Starbucks can only donate to non profit organizations and the disheveled man standing to my right”. She further went on to explain that the military is not designated as a public charity and does not qualify. However on a personal level, many employees have collected starbucks products to be shipped to Iraq.
“Officer, just let me place an order for 300 venti house blends, 200 tall lattes, and a bowl of water for the dog, and we’ll be on our way. Oh, and a pumpkin scone for the lady in the orange vest.”
This must be a photo of 400 people applying for the one job that’s perfect for ME. Silly them, though, because I applied via the Internet. The person in the orange vest is doing crowd control while the cop tells them that I’ve already applied, while in pajamas, from the comfort of my own home… and that I got the job.
Yeah, that picture is a dream…
The people in the background are here to see one hell of a show! After 20 long years, Helen mustered up the courage to dust off her construction workers uniform and finally reunite the Lesbian Village People. Unfortunately, the only other band member that showed up was her friend Michelle, who made one HELL of a cop! Just when the crowd began to get upset, after the threat of canceling such a monumental event, two members from the “Penny Marshall Fan Club” showed up offering to be the stand-ins for the “Indian” and the “Biker”.
“I friggin’ hate tourists”, Chuck thought as he watched a homely pair of women wandering around the media circus that had invaded his neighborhood. “Why don’t they ever protest in their own friggin’ towns? Huh? Why don’t I ever see a rally in Iowa or Illinois?” He turned his back to the wind just as the women strolled towards him. They were obviously lost. His coffe became suddenly more interesting. More interesting even than the 500 or so Middle- Americans gathered on the newly regentrified block.
Chuck pulled his black leather jacket up around his neck and sipped his joe, thankful for the ever present men in blue (and subsequent women in orange”. Thankful for relieving him of playing gracious host and friendly New Yorker. Chuck was neither. He zipped his jacket, rolled his eyes at the sign carrying crowd, and walked back to his post to retireve his orange vest. Break over. “Hell,” he thought, “somebody’s gotta herd these friggin’ sheep”.
“Has anyone seen my bike?” asked Officer Dan.
“Yeah, I saw it. Right before it impacted me. No chance you could’ve seen this orange vest I’m wearing maybe steered around me is there?” replied Milton the neighborhood puffy coat enthusiast.
“Sorry about that” officer Dan said before adding “well, at least no one was injured”.
“No one was injured?” Milton replied in disbelief as he brought officer Dan’s attention to the bike reflector that had become lodged in his neck just below his right ear.
Officer Dan looked uncomfortable “Oh, again sorry about that. Umm, not to be repetitive but has anyone seen my bike?”
No one in the crowd responded as they were all fixated on the conversation between the two men, all of them anyway other than the only one that knew where the bike was. But no one asked Spike the bike riding dog that knew it was his only chance to escape life on the leash.
Although I would be inclined to call it an anti-war protest where emotions soar and fists fly…I think it is more likely that these Seattle residents discovered a Starbucks cannot seat 1000 people. An unfortunate notion considering how many Starbucks locations have been closed…perhaps a schedule is in order?
Woman #1: “Officer, this is all my fault. I just signed up for the Verizon network and now I’m followed by this freak show everywhere I go. I don’t even have a life anymore!”
Woman in Orange: “It’s ok officer, I’ll take over now. I’m from the Verizon network traffic department. They send me out to these gigs to handle crowd control – so you can just head right back into that Starbucks and finish your latte, mister!”
Many people have held strong beliefs when the subject is war. These people are part of a war protest held in Seattle on 19 March 2007. Located at Second Avenue off of Madison Street,
the march was delayed due to negotiations with police concerning the planned rally in front of the Federal Building.
Today we saw thousands marching outside starbucks for a demonstration against war. So many people I didnt even get the chance to grab my morning ounce of coffee from my beloved starbucks, then again didnt take me long to get over that and realise these people were here for a purpose, for their friends and families they have seen go off to war and some more tragically lost people to the war. I was fascinated by how much everyone was involved, how they all chanted together for something they all strongly believed in.
As you can see in the above photograph that was taken at 9am, there is already a huge amount of protesters, quite packed in to what looks like a small space even thought the crowds of people swarmed the whole street. The two women in the photograph had managed to find help with the staff in orange jackets that were hired to help keep the situation under control, i could hear the conversation and they werent too happy that it had taken over half an hour to find help, the situation was getting slightly over-heated, hence the need for police aswell.
I have witnessed many protests in my time, but nothing like this, the protesters were ever so strongly spoken but yet somehow managed to keep the mood at a happy level, so I think the majority enjoyed there day and those i spoke to was looking forward to the day being over and awaiting if their protest would have made a diffence in anyway.
Red head, ” You mean the free speech zone is that way?”
Orange vest, ” I’ll escort you, come with me.”