The case of Mistaken Perceptions
It was a cold, clear evening in Los Angeles. The rain from the two El Nino storms had stopped and left the streets of the Arts District clean and smelling decent. The district is on the edge of skid row, for years the home to persons left to their own devices. The Federal government had cut support for the homeless, people in need. We cops had to keep the lid on. My partner Officer Bill Cannon and I were called to a disturbance at the Association, an upscale bar that didn't usually have disturbances.
We weren't looking forward to it. There was never a good feeling in a place when booze and temper mixed. The street was dark but with more lighting than when it was just unoccupied factories. Everywhere was evidence of "upscaling." When we got there, we were confused. The uniforms already had the front and back doors covered, Cannon went to check in the restrooms. But there was no riot. It wasn't quiet, but no riot.
At the bar, the disturbance, if you can call it that, was mostly shouts of enthusiasm; the "mixologist" had two versions of the new peach flavored whiskey: one was a mix of Bulleit rye whiskey and Peach Flavored Squad Car Moonshine, with a cherry, known as the Bulleit Proof; the other was a surprisingly tasty, unique Devil Went Down to Georgia--blended with Fireball Cinnamon Whiskey.
Everyone who stepped up to the bar was forced to sample the two drinks. Forced! That's what caused the cheers! That's what the disturbance was. Not much forcing was in effect, really.
Turns out, some of the patrons put it all on their media devices. Now I'm not a big fan of these things, because what happened to issue that disturbance call, happened here. An endless stream of Snap Chats, Instagram pics, and Tweets flooded the Internet. Pretty soon, a citizen across the street, second floor, was hearing nothing but boisterous shouts, shoving, and celebrating. We saw the man. He assumed it was what it was not, a riot. A clear case of mistaken perception.
Lots of people assume that violence is fueled by alcohol; but the folks we found downtown were just - happy.
Did I resist tasting one of the best drinks local bars have come up with in the last few years? Can't say I did, cause I didn't.