We got a suburan white kid on a bike…10-4

So, I was in Hotlanta recently, mindin’ my own business when suddenly an Atlanta police cruiser pulled me over. Mind you I was on my handy fold-up bicycle. He gave me the shakedown:

Cop: “Whatcha lookin’ for?”
Me: “I’m just casin’ the area.”
Cop: “For what.”
Me: “For an event.”
Cop: “What kind of event.”
Me: “I’m puttin’ together a city-wide scavenger hunt,” I said with a cringe, as I hate the term scavenger hunt.
Cop: “Do you ID?”
Me: “Yeah,” I take my time pulling out my identification; I never actually gave it to him.
Cop: “Just to let you know that the only time white people come down this way is to buy dope.”
Me: “Really. Is this section [of Atlanta] really that bad.” Mind you it’s noon on a Thursday.
Cop: “Get out of here. It’s for your own good.”
Me: “Am I gonna get mugged?”

Then the cop drove away. Needless to say it was an eye-opening experience. Am I that trusting and naive or is this a disgruntled po-po?

Tags: Atlanta, fold-up bicycle, police, serve and protect, wrong place wrong time