A Story of Mistaken Identity

Yesterday, after I finished taking Tucker to his third most favorite place in the world -- the puppy resort, I stopped by the adjacent Krauzers.

(For the record, Tucker's favorite place in the world is our house and his second most favorite place in the world is the dog park.)

I walked into the establishment that I have been in maybe two times and each of those times have been at odd times on the weekend.

When I walked into the store with two other people, I was immediately singled out and greeted separately by the gentleman behind the case. I thought about how nice that was.

I then perused the store and took a look around making a mental note of the layout of the store. I needed to find a soda and something to nosh on before I drove to work.

After 30 seconds of perusing, the kind gentleman from behind the counter walked up to me and asked me how I was doing. I said I was fine... and then he asked me if he could help me with something.

My mind began to race... I wasn't dressed in a shady manner. I was wearing a short sleeved polo shirt and a pair of khakis. I didn't stick out. He continued to be nice to me and cater to my needs.

When I finally gathered up all my items, he pushed the clerk aside and rang up my order with the biggest grin I have ever seen.

After everything was in the bag, did I find out why he was treating me the way he was.

He thought I was a plains clothes cop. He actually thanked me for staking out his store. I told him I wasn't a cop and then... he winked at me.

I insisted that I wasn't a cop... and he... winked at me again.

I left........mildly annoyed.

At least he could have given me something free!