I’ve Been Framed!
I’m not sure what it is exactly, but I must look suspicious. Every flight yields a “we checked your luggage” note from the TSA; I was interrogated by the port authority upon re-entering the U.S. from Canada back in February; and today, I had a nice chat with our local fuzz.
If there’s one thing I needn’t worry about in the new house, it’s crime. The ‘neighborhood watch’ group obviously takes their duty very seriously. No matter that my car (which couldn’t fit anything of worth even if we did want to steal something) has been parked in front of the new construction no fewer than four or five times a week, we still had the cops called on us.
I’ve been framed, I tell you, framed!