Not To Mention Buckle Your Seat Belt . . .

The Post helpfully reminds us that if you find yourself transporting upwards of 600 pounds of marijuana, do yourself a favor and obey traffic laws:

Two Brooklyn cops seized a whopping 600 pounds of pot from a van they pulled over after its driver ran a stop sign, police said yesterday.

The officers spotted the Dodge Caravan blowing past the sign in the Flatlands section at 11:30 p.m. on Wednesday.

The driver, Marcus King, 30, tried to ditch the vehicle and run, but was busted a few blocks away by the two cops.

When they checked the van, the officers found the huge marijuana hoard and $25,000 in cash.

Strike Imperils City Stocks Of Top-Shelf Hooch

Truck drivers and warehouse workers at two major liquor distributors are on strike, threatening city supplies of Wild Turkey and other favorite brands:

A strike by two major liquor and wine distributors could have New Yorkers thirsting for their favorite top-shelf hooch.

Truck drivers and warehouse workers at Peerless Liquor and Wine Distributors, in Brooklyn, and at Astoria, Queens-based Charmers Industries, walked off the job yesterday, leaving at least 17,000 of some 26,000 licensed restaurants and bars high and dry.

“I found out they were on strike when there was no delivery this morning,” said Des O’Brien, owner of Langan’s Pub in Manhattan, explaining that the two companies together deliver 70 percent of his wine and spirits stock.

Peerless, which can ship up to 60,000 cases of booze overnight, according to its Web site, is also the largest local wine distributor of California, French and Italian wines.

And if you like to bend an elbow with a glass of Ketel One vodka, Chivas Regal, Jameson Irish Whiskey or Wild Turkey, be worried — those name brands are exclusive to Peerless.

. . .

Some 400 members of the United Food and Commercial Workers Union local 1D went on strike for higher wages when their contract expired after midnight Oct. 31, a union spokeswoman said.

Fall Back

In case you somehow missed it, Daylight Savings Time ended at 2 a.m. Sunday, but the white-gloved workers at the Torneau store were on the case long before then:

Time is the enemy of the New Yorker. There is never enough of it. So there was something euphoric about the scene yesterday inside Tourneau TimeMachine in Manhattan, where white-gloved workers were busy setting the store’s 8,000 wristwatches back an hour. For once, people got a second chance.

Officially, the end of daylight saving time struck at 2 a.m. this morning. But, as Richard E. Gellman, a Tourneau vice president, explained, the world’s largest watch store needs a head start. It will take workers three days to turn all the little knobs on the sides of all the watches to the previous hour, a significant effort undertaken each October, in accordance with the Uniform Time Act of 1966, as a courtesy to the customer.

“It’s a very big deal,” Mr. Gellman said. “We’re all about time.”

. . .

Later in the afternoon, Mr. Gellman greeted a man dressed as a floppy-eared Dalmatian. He was not shopping for a new Rolex. He was Hot Dog, the Fire Department’s fire safety mascot, visiting the store to remind people to change the batteries of their smoke detectors when they reset their clocks. Three firefighters stood with him in the bucket of a fire truck’s mechanical ladder and pretended to change the hands of the giant clock outside the store.

The clock, controlled by a computer, was not budging for anyone before its automatic resetting at 2 a.m. The tinier ones in the display cases are not as self-sufficient.

Robert Marcomeni, 42, who works at the store, said he had reset about 250 watches since Friday. He took a pragmatic approach to the task, and to the whole notion of daylight saving time. “You don’t question it,” he said. “You just do it.”

Verbal Judo Could Help

As a friendly reminder, if someone holds a gun to your head and says “I’m going to fucking kill you,” it’s probably not a good idea to grab the gun out of his hand and chase after him. Even if this method works:

A young man assisted police in capturing a teenage thug after the man and his female companion were beaten and robbed at gunpoint in Brooklyn, authorities said yesterday.

The trouble began about 9 p.m. Sunday, when Justin Snider, 22, and Zsizsi Verushka, 20, were approached by Keith Dunn and two accomplices at St. James Place near Gates Avenue in Fort Greene, cops said.

Dunn, 17, allegedly pointed a gun at Snider’s head and said, “We are going to f- – -ing kill you . . .”

Snider then reached out and snatched the weapon from Dunn’s hand, sources said.

That triggered an assault in which Dunn and his accomplices pummeled Snider, cops said.

The thugs then pushed Verushka to the ground, snatched $20 from her purse and fled, sources said.

As Snider gave chase, Dunn allegedly picked up a rock and hurled it at him, but missed.

Snider was able to catch Dunn and hold him until police arrived.

Dunn was charged with assault and robbery.

Also, just to be clear, while it may have worked this time, doing so is not “assisting” the police. Instead, it is rather stupid — no matter what the Post tells you.

Like Shooting Fish In A Barrel

New York Magazine shows how to score chick after chick after chick, and which dogs are best for it:

I’d always heard dogs are chick magnets, but I’d never gathered any direct evidence while occasionally dog-sitting Benji, a midsize mutt who doesn’t exert one gauss of magnetizing action. Then, shortly after a broken engagement left me suddenly single, a friend asked me to look after the sort of animal I have always considered useless: a quivering, rat-faced toy poodle.

Well, Hugo cannot herd sheep or scare off intruders or catch a Frisbee. But, Lord, he pulls human females.

. . .

The Hugo-Benji disparity left me with several questions: Could Hugo be topped? Would an even bigger poodle exert an even more forceful draw? Which dog is the most effective chick magnet of all?

If you’re scoring at home (insert ESPN reference here), the poodle is less successful (“‘If you see a guy with a poodle, you think he’s married,” said Allison, 23. “Plus, the dog is poofy.”), as is the case with golden retrievers and dachshunds (“purebred dogs offered good looks but little charm”). On the other end of the spectrum, Great Danes (“A few steps later I met Casey, a skinny, brown-eyed anthro major whom I wish I did not find so devastatingly attractive because she is 21 and I am barely still in my thirties”) and amputees serve the writer well:

Please do not consider sawing off a dog’s leg — but if you did, you’d improve your luck. Rudy, a mix of German shepherd, Airedale terrier, chow chow, and Rottweiler, has pretty much every scary dog in his pedigree. But sans a leg, he’s a female sympathy sponge.

Bonus Points: SportsCenter phrases . . . Inside Baseball — did Keith Olbermann rip off WFAN’s Dave Somers? Some say “yes” . . .