Yesterday I was waiting for a fare at Local College Named After A River, fairly late at night (around 8 pm). I spent the wait BS'ing with the security guards. One of them asked, "Is this your second job?" I told him no, I drive full-time, to which he replied, "So why are you dressed like a C.O.?" while pointing toward my legs. I glanced down and realized what I was wearing: my usual steel-toed boots and a pair of my brother's old corrections officer (C.O., aka "prison guard") uniform pants.

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