It Was A (Miller) Lite Night For Crime
They call them "quality of life offenses," and I'm all for having the police stop people booming their bass right outside of your house so loud it practically shakes it loose from the foundation, but if you're drinking beer out of a paper bag and you're not urinating on my shoe or throwing up on my purse, I really don't see what the problem is.
Here's the story of the Gawker girl who went to jail for brown paper-bagging it in the subway:
Sheila didn't come into work yesterday... as it turns out, she had a good excuse. As I was led through the subway station in handcuffs Tuesday night, a young girl called after me, "Oooh, undercover got you, didn't they? What you did, ma?" Good question! All I did was drink a beer from a paper bag while waiting for the F train. Trashy habit, and technically illegal, but who cares, right? In fact, the NYPD cares very much. What followed was twenty-four hours in two jails, hours in handcuffs, and eventual dismissal in that three-ring circus known as Night Court. Everything I need to know about life, I learned in the female prisoner holding pen in the Tombs.