« No. Screw You | Main | Diddy commands you! »
That’s a-spicy meatball!
Last year, a 22-year veteran New York detective failed the routine random drug test given to many police (or, as they’re called on the fantastically ignored “The Wire,” po-lice). The detective, Anthony Chiofalo, failed because the test showed pot in his system, so he was immediately suspended without pay. Chiofalo claimed there was something wrong and that he had not smoked any doobies, and he demanded a hearing.
That hearing has now come-and-gone and the administrative judge actually ruled in Chiofalo’s favor, finding that he had involuntarily ingested the pot and ruling that Chiofalo should be reinstated. Apparently the police force doesn’t need to actually follow this ruling (which sort of half-defeats the purpose of it, if you ask me), and the Police Commissioner hasn’t publicly stated whether he will actually abide by the ruling or, alternatively, fire Chiofalo.
So what happened, you ask?
Quite simple really - during an investigation into the matter, his wife admitted to using a meatball recipe which called for marijuana instead of the more conventional oregano. She claims to have done this to try to force him into retirement so she wouldn’t have to worry about his safety on-the-job anymore.
Obviously, if Chiofalo is not reinstated, she would get her wish. However, my sources tell me that she’s changed her story and is now rooting for Chiofalo’s reinstatement after he told her that, should he be stuck at home all day, he intends to merely loaf on the couch bogarting the meatballs and watching old VHS copies of “Sifl and Olly:”
