Getting Stopped for Going to Santana's

Something interesting actually happened to me for once. So, it gave me a reason to dust off the cobwebs of my blog and write this short story.

On a nighttime Santana's run, which was kinda a fatty idea considering I ate at Barona Buffet just a few hours ago, we head towards Scripps Poway. I'm one to stay alert, especially when driving at night, you never know what monsters may jump out at your car. Anyways, I'm being observant, alert, whatever, and I notice that a cop be creepin' on a come up and tail me as I cruise onto the onramp of 15 North (to Mercy). He's still on my bumper as I ascend up the hill to Santana's. Now I was getting even more suspicious of him getting suspicious of me. Then sure enough his lights turn on and his flood light floods my sight. Always wonder why they use those flood lights, as if we don't know they're behind us already when their blue and red lights are reflecting off our mirrors. I'm sure there's a good reason, but I still think it's stupid w/o even hearing it. So, I turn off my Hip Hop music, b/c you know only criminals listen to that stuff, don't want to give the cop anymore evidence against me. I place my hands on the wheel and roll my sleeves down b/c I didn't want him to see my GUNS....(get it!? *cricket cricket*, sorry had to add a corny joke somewhere). So, here's the climax I've been slowly "building up", are you ready for it?...He approaches my window, takes one quick glance at me and exclaims!!...."oh nevermind you're not the one I'm looking for".....you're probably saying "that's it!? that's why you wrote this stupid story??" Well, it's okay, b/c I had the same reaction, except mine was sort of..."okaaay". The kinda ironic/funny part comes in as his explanation. He says he stopped me b/c he thought I was a white guy who was described driving my civic and was drunk (it's Indep Day weekend just in case you forgot). And I thought to myself, "hmmm, a colored guy gets stopped, but released b/c it's suppose to be a white guy". First, that's like racial profiling, but not, more like civic profiling I guess. Second, even though it was nighttime, I have no tint on my window and the cop was driving next to me as he was creepin' on me, so the biggest question of the night is...out of all the people I know, HOW COULD I BE MISTAKEN FOR A WHITE GUY???

Ah, yes, my life is so uneventful that this is the most interesting thing that happens to me. Eh, I don't mind, as long as I'm happy WHITE, sorry my mistake I meant as long as I'm happy RIGHT?