THAT freaked me out, so I went to my friend in Security and told her what happened. She checked into it and turns out another employee with the same first name had done something illegal and that supervisor, the person being identified only by first name, was trying to track down which employee it was. After one look at me, the supervisor had decided, based on my appearance, it wasn’t me.
Though one can’t really tell the criminal type based on looks alone, I’m glad I give off the aura honesty, decency and looking like a lady, which is probably why I’ve not been challenged over the last year or so when alarms went off as I walked into and out of businesses.
Even though alarms have been going off -- like I said, for the last year or so, it never occurred to me that it was anything other than a faulty alarm. I’d pause, of course, but someone always waved me through, telling me to ignore the alarm.
It wasn’t until recently that it began to bother me and I began to notice it was just ME that caused alarms to go off as I entered and exited. So it was just today, when I walked into Walmart to pick up prints of photos taken at the last casino field trip, as security waved me through, even though the alarm had gone off, that I stopped to ask, “Why does the alarm always go off when it’s me?”
Security replied, “You must have a sensor somewhere on your body. In your purse perhaps, on makeup?”
I checked and sure enough.
While leaving Walmart, I ran into something one doesn't see every day in the city.
“Probably save a lot on gas this way,” said I.
“My boyfriend’s truck broke down,” said she in reply.
Ingenious method of alternate transportation.
We have a bedroom community here that is known for its "way of life," which is about horses and rodeos. We see horses around every so often, and our police department has an equestrian unit, too.
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