And quickly determined that I wasn't who they were looking for, so everything worked out nice and peachy-keen! Fuck you, I don't give spoiler alerts.
But yeah, on my way to class this morning, I noticed several cop cars at the transit station after I got off my bus, and waited for the train. Not just local private security, but actual sheriffs. Well, the train comes, I sit down, then several of the officers come in, look around, see me, and ask me for ID. They sure weren't immigration (and I make a lousy Mexican anyway), so I'm pretty confused at this point. When the officer asks me to step outside, things were getting rather scary, because I had NO idea what the Hell was going on.
I was told that someone called 911 and asked for help, and the person who called apparently matched my description, and I'm a VERY distinctive-looking fellow. "Half-Shaved Yeti who looks like he raided Kevin Smith's wardrobe" is a description that comes to mind, and I'd like to take this opportunity to poke fun at the lazy idiots who cry "tldr" when something is more than two sentences long. Sorry, you barely-literate fuck-heads, but some of us are actually interesting enough to live our lives more than one shitty twitter post at a time. So neener, neener, donkey-wiener. Now, back to our story!
They check my phone's recent calls, saw that their number wasn't on the list, and asked some basic, standard questions (where are you headed, where do you work, where do you live, what's your number; the stuff you probably don't want to ask someone until you've both already agreed to set up that first date). After about 15 minutes of this, they let me go my merry way, and they kept looking in the train to see just who the Hell called them, and everyone was pissed that their time was being wasted. Well, except for me. I was just fucking stoked I didn't get arrested or pistol-whipped over an incorrect identification!
So yeah, everything was fine, but holy HELL, is it intimidating when you have 3 armed officers, with several more scouring the vicinity, complete with body vests interrogating you, and you don't even know what's going on. Even creepier is that I'm reading Stephen King's Christine, and just last night I was reading parts involving cops questioning suspects, and both parties reading off the others' reactions. Good timing, huh?
Bonus Complaint: I'm in my first math class in 14 years. It hurts.
Anti-Complaint: I fought Maximilian Dood online in MKX, and he busted my Kano Balls. It was fun!