Shady character
Me... walking into my neighborhood bank branch this ayem, dressed appropriately for the weather. Heavy jacket, black stocking cap... and a three-day growth of beard on my face. Not because I'm in the middle of an Al Gore moment, but because I'm out of razor cartridges, which was my next stop after the bank.

They don't take too kindly to scruffy customers inside financial institutions these days. An altogether non-jovial police officer came up to me and gave me a brief lecture on manners and good grooming habits.

Remove your hat, sir.

Okay, but you asked for it, bub. Hat hair of death! Aieeee!

And didja know, the cop tailed me the whole time I was inside the bank. I guess they're a little twitchy about that trumped-up crime ranking, huh? 1:09:07 PM    comment []trackback []