It was a beautiful New England day, partly sunny and in the high 60's. Not typical for mid-March. I felt the urge to rollerblade.
So, I grabbed my bag with my rollerblades and pads and walked the mile or so up to the Esplanade, the paths that run along the Charles River. I put on my rollerblades and padding and headed down the path, leaving my bag with my shoes and other rollerblade equipment behind a tree.
A half an hour and an awesome workout later, I return to see that my bag is gone. There is a State Trooper vehicle parked nearby, with my bag sitting on top of it. I rollerblade over, and the trooper gets out of the car.
Trooper: Is this your bag?
Trooper: You know, you shouldn't be leaving bags out here.
Me: There's nothing valuable. It's just shoes...
Trooper: We don't know what's in it. What if it was stolen? You'd be calling us up. In fact, I could be calling out the bomb squad.
Oh my... a big deal over a bag! Next time I'll just have to carry my blades and tuck my shoes behind a tree, without a bag of course.
But seriously, I hate to be equated to the guys who paralyzed the city with their Cartoon Network advertisement devices. After all, there is real crime in this city to be fought too. People are getting stabbed on the orange line, among other things.
Leave me alone. Go fight crime, and let me rollerblade.