Apparently I look like a detective. I mean, I get it: Irish, short hair, navy suit, raincoat.
Let me explain: I grabbed lunch today at the Chipotle near my office, which, I guess, is a popular lunch spot for police in this part of the city.
A few weeks back, the cashier, who doesn't speak much English, asked me "Police?" I was confused but said no and was rung up and sent on my way.
Today, she didn't ask, but she did give me a knowing smile and the "discount" ($3.50 off a $7.89 bill). I thought about correcting her misapprehension but then thought it was silly to look a gift burrito in the mouth.
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