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Edited on Fri Apr-23-10 05:51 PM by ShortnFiery
No joke. I had just finished running the San Diego Half Marathon and was making my way back to Phoenix. Needless to say I had develop "a world class tan" just through training for this event, not sun worshiping. To add insult to injury, although my heritage is southern German, I was trying to look "Latin" because we were moving to The Republic of Panama, (yes, the country) during 1990. A place that was still unsafe for Americans. Therefore, I dyed my hair jet black. I did look "stereotypically" light skin hispanic.
As soon as the Arizona State Trooper asked, "What Country are you from" the smart-ass part of me wanted to pose with virtual castanets and utter "A-MARE-EE-KA!" :evilgrin: The image of this guy was bizarre with the hat and the mirror sunglasses ... it seemed surreal.
However, the rational, survivalist side of me AUTOMATICALLY kicked in instead. I said in my best midwestern accent, "The United States of America Officer! Specifically, Omaha, Nebraska."
He then leaned down to get a real close look at me and I removed my sunglasses. He then straightened up and said curtly, "YOU MAY GO!"
Whew! That was freaky. Once, I was "informed" by one white supremacist (I believe) that my skin is too dark to be blessed with light blue eyes. Damn, I resent racist a**holes like him. :puke:
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