I just left the gym after playing ball with a friend. On my way home, I hit the store to pick up some groceries. I was getting ready to leave when the security guard at the door stopped me to see the receipt. He insisted I stole something, and even though I was cooperating, he called over the manager and they took me to a room in the back where I emptied my pockets and they inspected my bags. They let me go.
A few days later I was getting off of work at the base, and remembered I needed to pick up a birthday card. Even though I didn’t want to go back to that store, it was on the way. I walked in and there’s that same security guard sitting on his stool. I’m in my dress blues, and he salutes me.
I’m still me, doesn’t matter if I’m in my gym clothes or uniform.
-Mike