things i forgot to tell you last night, part 2.

i got hit on by a couple of cops on my way home last night. kind of. i was crossing the intersection they were waiting at, book in hand and boots on feet.

"where are you coming from?"
"excuse me?"
"where are you coming from, work or school?"

the voice was coming from the squad car, which i'm glad i noticed before i made my retort. instead of the furious stare or glob of sputum which i typically throw at people who bother me on my way home, i figured it was probably best to be polite.

"work, actually, though the subway's pretty educational in its own way."
"that's true. well, you look very nice tonight. have a good evening."

and they drove away.

i was so flummoxed by that compliment, that genuinely pleasant encounter (i mean, as pleasant as an interruption that stands between you and your comfortable shoes can be) that i barely had enough presence of mind to wish them a nice evening as well.