I am not a terrorist, I just look like one. Even so I thought the cop I encountered was rather rude. First, he interrupts my phone conversation when he pulls up shining a spotlight in my eyes. I try to walk out of the direct blinding beam and he gets out and literally yells at me because I was paying more attention to my optical health than pulling my hands out of my pockets. He rudely gets my information, as if Iâ€™ve already done something wrong, before realizing he had nothing to bug me for and sulking back to his car.
In his defense, I was in about the most suspicious situation I could be. Although most of the Holden police know who I am, where I live, and what Iâ€™m doing, only stopping long enough to say hi and make sure Iâ€™m me, he was a newer officer. I was wearing a large hooded coat so that my face was likely barely visible, and I claimed I was talking on the phone. Although I always go walking when Iâ€™m on the phone, I also always go walking in the most suspicious place in my small town because I like to have privacy. I also tuck the phone in my hood, so he likely couldnâ€™t see it. Still, who was I talking to, myself? He did seem to get a little less aggressive when I told Anna Iâ€™d call her back. To make things more suspicious, I have a cord running across my chest to my phone battery in my pocket. Iâ€™m just glad he didnâ€™t want to check my pockets. After forcing him to justify it, I would have had a large green taped object in my pocket attached to my cell phone. I probably would have had to deal with the bomb squad. Fortunately, he did decide to back off, but not before making me mad.