perfect example...

So, I am meeting this dude to look at my bike that he might buy from me. The guy is nice and his lady friend is as well...things are going as they should.
As we talk there is this shady guy walking around us (we are in a Starbucks parking lot at 4th and Bryant) acting weird...I mean odd! Now, it's SoMa so I don't pay it any mind- dudes are always acting odd. The funny thing is that he looks like he has a real nice job. Nice cloths and fancy sunglasses and shoes...
Before too long the dude looking at the bike takes it for a test ride. As I was making small talk with his lady friend a police cruiser pulls into the parking lot and the officer marches over to the shady guy. Next thing I know the cop is walking up to me (again- chillin' and making small talk) demanding my I.D. The cop runs my information and asks to look in my bag for a computer that was stolen along with a wallet and keys from this guys office when he wasn't there (lock the door?). Seems I fit the description of a computer thief. Interesting. I think about it as the cop goes to talk to the shady guy that now reveals himself as my accuser.
So what is the description the cop was given....?
White male? check
Shaggy beard? check
Ear rings? check
Fancy ass Italian Designer Framed glasses? check
Bad tattoos done by younger brother? check
State College Spikes Away Uniform Fitted wool cap? check
Conversation about how S.F. sucks? check
Stained and torn Centre County Bike Coalition t-shirt? check
By this time the cops gave me back my license and fill me in- turns out the guy is out of his mind. As the cops leave the dude has the nerve to get in my face and tell me that "if you can return my things this will all be over- no questions asked..." Well- that thrilled me to tears. I mean really- why not further mess with someone you don't know? I mean really? Do I look like that is something I want to deal with? So...
me- "what are you saying?"
ass- "I just know "things" and want my stuff back"
me- "you really want to start this?"
ass- "I want my things back...no questions"
-I stand up to look this ass in the face-
me- "you need to get out of my face"
ass- "you know where my things are"
At that point I stop the cops as they are leaving and "ask" them to deal with this guy "'cause he is starting things that he wont want to deal with..."
the cops scold him and appologize to me for the trouble as he tries to take a picture of me with his phone...
What the hell do people think?
So, the kid is going to think about the bike and it only reenforces how I feel about this place. It sucks. The people suck. I can't wait to be done and leave. Hell- most of the time it takes everything I have to not just jump on the bus and head east...where I belong!
I really miss the east and all my friends back in PA.
Eric "this place blows worse than I could have ever imagined...how do you like it?" Roman