Solicitation Scare

So let me tell you about my weekend. I flew back out to San Diego for a friend’s wedding. Craziness ensues, as per usual. On the second night I was there, my friend picks me up from my hotel and already has a story for me. Apparently, this cop had followed her along the freeway, exited at her exit, followed her ALL the way to the hotel and then gave her evil eyes as he pulled away. Keep in mind, she’s telling me this all as we’re pulling away from my hotel. Just as she finished her story – blue lights behind us. The cop had actually pulled off and waited for her to leave the hotel just so he could pull us over. He starts his spiel under the guise of her having a light out, particularly, the light that illuminates her license plate (I didn’t even know there was a light there). But when he asks me for my ID, then the truth comes out. Why does he need my ID? I’m the passenger? It’s not my car. I wasn’t driving. My seat belt is on. “We’ve been having some issues with prostitution in some of these hotels,” he states casually. EXCUSE ME?! What exactly are you implying, Mr. Officer? At this point, I can’t even hide the bitchy, sarcastic beast inside of me. Trust me, I’m trying very hard. So snide, bitchy me pulls out my other ID – the one that says I’m an officer as well – and hands it to him, facial expression not changing from my usual raised eyebrow, half-smile. But HIS face was priceless!! Full blush. “Sorry ma’am, it’s just these hotels are causing problems.” He gives us our IDs back and tells us to be careful and we’re on our way then. As I’m thinking about how utterly ridiculous that entire scenario was I realize what I’m wearing. Dear Mr. Police Officer: Next time you pull a girl over to accuse her of selling her body, make sure you check out the outfit first. Skinny jeans, Chuck Taylors, and an oversized Paramore T-shirt typically aren’t good for business. Not only did this guy think I was a whore, he thought I was a whore who takes no pride in her job!!