Friday, June 18, 2010
I have no idea what's going on - Flying back from Vancouver 2 days ago I got selected for a full bag search and body scan. Tonight I got hassled by the police at 7-11.
I was staring into the fridge, in a bit of a daze, trying to find something to drink that wasn't soda or some other assorted sugary garbage. This is actually hard because there are so many choices but so few options. I must have been standing there for awhile. Suddenly, there's a uniform next to me. He starts in with the "How are you doing tonight?", "Do you live around here?", and "Have you been drinking this evening?" stuff. That last question really pissed me off and I must have been staring at him like he was from another planet because suddenly he's leading me outside to talk.
Luckily the 7-11 guy intervened at this point. We know each other - I buy a ridiculous amount of coffee from this guy, so I pretty much have free reign to "chill" in the store whenever I feel like it.
7-11 guy coming to my aid was enough for the officer to slow his roll on me. I got to go back and stare at the drinks. And now that the officer and I are having an adult conversation it comes out he came in to use the bathroom and saw me standing in front of the refrigerator like a complete idiot. Fair enough, I've got no argument there. Then he said that the combination of the shaved head, white t-shirt, Vans slip-ons and (this is the best part) knee-high black socks (a/k/a 2XU recovery socks) made him even more suspicious. This is where I call bullsh*t. Everybody knows that gangsters don't wear Nike dri-fit shorts.
Unbelievable. Tomorrow I'm going to get "triathlon" tattooed over my stomach.