Hey, my cop's bigger than your cop - Bob Paslay

Every morning on the way to work I cut through the little town of Hapeville as I make my way from Atlanta along the old U.S. 19/41 and every day I get stopped along with other motorists in front and behind me by a man who is wearing a bright “police” jacket and has a whistle. He holds up our cars with the authority of a policeman as he lets cars in and out of the parking lot of a private business, the original Dwarf House restaurant that sparked the Chick-fil-A chicken empire.

I can only assume that this chicken shack holds up legitimate traffic to provide easy access to one business and is paid by this business. This is not the only case. I haven't checked lately but there was also a bank near Morrow in which a “cop” would stop the busy traffic on Highway 54 in order to let customers in and out of the bank parking lot.