As part of my recent Preparedness Program, I detoured to Hull Street Outlet (the local military surplus store) on my way home from work to pick up a few items for the trunk of the car.
I often forget that what seem like completely innocuous actions on my part can appear a little...suspicious...when observed by someone without the proper context.
So I ramble around the store a bit, pick up the things I want, head to the cash register, and notice that the sales associate is regarding me somewhat cautiously as he rings up my stuff:
2 wool army blankets, green
1 wool balaclava, black
100 ft. polypropylene rope, black
1 entrenching tool
See, for a moment I forgot that Taylor Behl and the Harvey Family are pretty recent events 'round these parts.
And I admit that at times I can be one sick-ass fuck--it was all I could do not to sign the receipt John Wayne Gacy III.