It is a constant fear in my mind that this blog will accumulate accusations of being a repository of negativity. However, I feel a strong responsibility to bring to light the injustices and idiosyncrasies of living in sweet T ant T.

It was one of those evenings….tuckered out I was; too knackered to fight up in front of a stove. At any rate, me in the kitchen is a gamble with dismal odds, so I put my faith in KFC to deliver me from the grip of hunger, even if it means in the long run, delivering me into the embrace of death.

You can rest assured that one business, seemingly immune to the effects of economic contraction is the ‘box ah dead’ business. Invariably there is a line of cars wrapped around any drive through KFC, like a massive, hungry mechanized constrictor. I picked the outlet near to West Mall because, well it does not really matter where you go, the line will be just as long anywhere else and I am pretty certain that there are few variations in the service and recipe.

I patiently wait in the line, trading the usual inanities with the semp that a wait for food usually inspires. After about 20 minutes, we get around to the speaker which is always embarrassing because you are never sure if you are being heard and I know that depending on where you are standing inside the KFC, you can hear the donkeys braying in their cars, ‘I could get ah tree piece spicy and ah cokes!’ while the flour dusted workers ignore the order, too busy to respond quickly enough. Anyhoo, after having repeated my order 20 times I inch forward and turn up the radio to dilute the boredom.

When I made the bend, I witnessed something which I never ever thought I would see, but as it unfolded before my eyes, I knew that I was witnessing something perfectly within the realm of the trini experience. A police vehicle reversed INTO the drive through, reversed! to the top of the drive through line! Waiiiiiit! It gets better! 3 female officers got out of the vehicle, in uniform and walked to the drive through window, completely ignoring the person who was patiently waiting for his order to be processed, and placed their order directly at the window.

Well I am ashamed to admit that I allowed this transgression to roll on for 20 minutes before it dawned on me to pull out my cellphone and take some pictures. After figuring out how to use my blueberry, which is about as user-friendly as a space shuttle, I commenced to snappin’ This elicited an excited squeal from one of the portly officers. “oh gorm look is Pallo!” She took off with a sprint that I did not think her dimensions would allow and soon she was safely in the police van. Her colleague stood there and hrrumphed…”What you runnin fuh!”

  This entire episode delayed everyone in the line for almost 30 minutes.  Remarkably not one person even tooted a horn. I went to great lengths to illustrate a point and, it is this; everyday we are presented with examples that reinforce a simple fact. There is no hope for this country under this generation. People have to die and leave this place to make way for a more educated, tolerant, respectful and caring people.

Acting Commissioner James Philbert I do not envy your position given the muppets that you have to work with. Bandits killing people everywhere, gang members rubbing each other out faster than they can reproduce to replenish the ranks and you have three police officers commandeering a KFC drive thru window. I do not expect that you knew about this, but now I hope you do. So what the hell are you going to do about it? 

.....Check out the pics I took with my blueberry in the photo section....