Picking my battles (or not)
February 20th, 2003 | by Brian |Last Friday a friend and I were looking for a place to shoot hoops. We walk in the freezing rain from the rec center to the field house. We get in, and these two retired-looking guys are sitting at the entrance. One asks what we want, and before I can complete my answer, he says the place is closed. I ask if we can cut through the gym on our way back to the rec center (to avoid the freezing rain). Guy says “no, this place is closed.” Now I don’t know what possesed me here, but I ask him: “So you mean that you won’t let us just walk across the gym here…” Yeah, that’s right, he says. These guys had no ID, uniform, golf shirt, etc, that would show them to be “official”. I ask him who he works for. He claims he works for the college. He asks me why I care. I think about this, and say: Well, when someone tells what I can and cannot do, I want to make sure he has the authority to do so. So the guy says: What, you think we’re just two guys sitting here doing this for kicks? Why don’t you and your friend go out where you came from…At that point, I gave up (why??), and said, well, people do do strange things, and we left.
Dang, I should have asked him for his name, or University ID. Or at least ran for the door. What were they going to do? Perhaps this is a good lesson. They might be cops next time. Flex Your Rights..
Apparently I was not taking any shit, as soon I took on a more formidable tarket: I’m at the grocery store using the auto-check out. Doing everyting right. Scan, put in bag. No extra bag jostling to confuse the scale. And the screen says “Please wait for cashier assistance.” And I say (to whom?) “If I *needed* cashier assistance, I’d go in a line with a cashier!”
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