Glared Down a Cop
I was squinting bitterly at one of those police mustangs parked along 4th Ave S in SODO today. Turns out there was a cop inside, and apparently I was glaring daggers right into his eyes. So sharply, in fact, that he took no time slamming the door and disappearing into the apartment he was parked at.
Given my large frame, green cargo pants, and boots he probably thought I was a combat vet. I seem to carry myself like one when I'm walking around that part of town.
re: Glared Down a Cop
In addition to my usual attire I was also wearing a reflective vest from work, if that was also a factor. Either way, that's the first time I ever saw a pig squeal.