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?
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?