Friggin' Purple Knights

So, I had to go to OP Juvie court to pay a traffic fine for my firstborn. That saga is an epic in itself, but no matter, the deed's done. I'm in the elevator lobby of the 2nd floor of the CDC building on Loyola Ave., downtown. I turn one way and it's all the courtrooms for city court. I see a NOPD Major in the lobby talking to another guy, and I ask them if they could point me to room 210.

I'm wearing my very-crimson Brother Martin High School "band parent" polo shirt today, so the cop points to the shield on the shirt, and says, smiling, "I don't know about helping out someone from Brother Martin."

The jibe had the intended effect, because it took me aback. He immediately started laughing out loud and pointed around the corner to give me directions.

I smiled back and just said, "Friggin Purple Knights."

:-)