Apparently there was a male prostitute wearing a black jacket, blue jeans, headphones doing his whoring in my neighborhood.
I'm walking two dogs this week.
This morning I put on my black peacoat, headphones, and of course blue jeans.
So I'm walking home from the dog walk and I see a cop.. He looks at me and does a u-turn. After going around the block he pulls up to me and motions towards me. I take my headphones off and questions me about being on a catwalk and that there was a burglary in the neighborhood. He grabs me and pushes me up against the squad car.. Asks me the standard stuff and pats me down. Off course I have a bit of an attitude and let him know that I'm just on my way home and that I've done nothing wrong. So he cuffs me and tells me to stop with the attitude. Then another cop shows up (good cop) and try to be cool with me but also is all "hey, if you're bullshitting us you're in big trouble." So they call the people out who reported the burglar/prostitute and of course they say it's not me (I was worried though, they were standing about 100 yards away)... The cops apologize and show me the description on their laptop and it pretty much fit me exactly. Except that I'm not a homosexual prostitute.
On my way home the good cop guy asks the mailman if he's seen a guy in a black coat with blue jeans and headphones on.. and of course the mailman says "yeah, but you just let him go" HAR HAR!!! It gets even funnier.. the cop stops by me again on my way home and says "Hey, call us if you see the guy!" and I respond quickly with a smirk and a sarcastic tone "Yeah sure.. what's the number again?"
