“And he wouldn’t shut up,” said the prisoner in cuffs.
The detective nodded. A piece of gum was sticking to his left shoe.
“He went on and on about it.”
The detective tried to scrape the gum off with his right shoe. Shit. Now the gum was on both shoes.
“That’s when I hit him. I couldn’t take it anymore.”
The detective stood up. “That was simple enough. I have to go now. I have gum on my shoes. Stick around.”
“Yeah… Com’on... It’s not like I have a choice, right.”
“Right,” replied the detective. “And… shut up about it.”