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He Did What?

Yesterday, I attended a reading conference at a local college.  It was great fun, let me tell you!

One strange moment of the day occurred when a fellow teacher and I took a quick break and ran to a gas station across the street so she could grab a soda.

We had gotten back into my car, and I had put the car into reverse.  Then, I noticed a local cop car coming my way, so I waited.  I couldn’t back out until he passed by, but he stopped…behind my car.

Great.

I wondered what I’d done wrong.

Actually, I knew.

Nothing.

The only thing I was doing was sitting there with my friend, waiting for him to move along.

Well, my friend and I made small talk, and the copy STAYED there.  I saw him looking down at something, and then he finally drove away.

I turned to my friend and said, “I think he just ran my tag.”

I found out, through someone I know, that yes, he had run my tag.

Why?

Well, that remains to be seen.  I hope to find out this week.

But seriously, why on earth would he have run my tag?  All of the lights on my car were working properly.  I had not even backed out of my parking spot yet.

I was dressed well, as was my friend.

We weren’t even in a bad area of town.

I’m ticked off, to say the least.  I feel like I was subjected to an invasion of privacy because there was absolutely no reason for that guy to run my tag.

Nothing.

Nada.

Grrr…