Some jackass drinking a Shlitz Malt Liquor stops me coming out of the gas station on Shurling Drive in Macon and asks me, "Hey man! How's it going? You a State Trooper? You show looks like a old State Trooper." Damn, just....damn. Some who've met me in person might agree with the bum, but still.....damn. What, if anything, do people assume you do for a living based on your appearance and demeanor?