Thursday, May 15, 2008

... so I had this guy TOTALLY convinced I was a cop!

I was crossing Portage, when a young man on a bicycle approached me. He was maybe in his early twenties, or younger, with waist-length blond hair and smelled noticeably of beer. In general he looked like he would fit in very well in 1967.

Hippie: Winnipeg Police! Winnipeg Police! Hey.
Me: [slows down, but does not stop]
Hippie: Hey, I'm with the Winnipeg Police, uh, I've got my badge right here [reaches for his back pocket, but doesn't take anything out] Uh, let's cross the street. Yeah, cross the street.
Me: [thinking] Why is he pretending to be the police? Where is he going with this?
Hippie: Where did you get that ... uh ... jacket and book?
Me: [thinking] Is he going to try to mug me for a water-damaged copy of Foucault's Pendulum? I haven't finished it yet!
Hippie: So I'm with the Winnipeg Police...
Me: [keeps walking]
Hippie: So you've been ... uh ... you've been seen dealing drugs. You've been dealing drugs, right?
Me: [laughing] No.
Hippie: Hahaha! Just kidding man! F*** those guys! [bikes away]

1 comment:

David Malcolm said...

Oh my, down town can be fun. I remember being in a bus stop on graham, guy walked in with a cigaret and a few people were in there, I turned to him and said, "Dude you can't smoke in here." He drops it (Still smoking so I stomp it out.)
"Well can I drink in here?"
"Sure?" Pulls out an open can of beer from his jacket. After a few people left he looked at me and kinda smiled and laughed... I hopped on the next 44 even though I was heading into Transcona...