I looked for a spot to do some reading on my phone after a heavy dinner. It read 9PM on my wrist watch. I got engrossed in reading some photography feeds, all the while looking down. From the top---where my peripheral vision ends, a pair of black leather shoes covered by navy blue pants entered the frame.
I looked up, there stood a police man and his partner, a police woman off to my far right.
"Can I check your ID, Sir?"
Sure, why not? I fish my wallet out and promptly produced my ID and passed it to him without much fuss.
He looked it over for a couple of seconds before radioing in to HQ to verify that I wasn't wanted. After a minute or so, there's no reply from HQ, his partner asked: "Who are you waiting for?"
I hesitated for a moment before replying: "Just reading."
They looked at me like I had something sticking out of my nose, nodded and looked away.
Not that I minded them checking my ID, maybe there's a double homicide or a repeat flasher at the spot I was sitting. Just little befuddled that they assumed I was waiting for someone, well, I might like being alone---reading.
Time to harass the dog and check on the development of my film.
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