A hot day in Hotlanta. I could not LOOK more the tourist. iPod in place, fanny pack on hip ( shush. It’s my way. ), wandering around looking UP at buildings and stopping to READ those bronze plaques that are embedded here and there in most major cities.
According to Google Maps, I was within walking distance from The High Museum. I’d been there once before and had an hour or two before a meeting I had to get to today.
Clearly for once, Google Maps had let me down. I got to the intersection all right but criminy, no High Museum. I started walking back to where I had started from and figured I’d ask a cop.
Me and cops. Oye god. However, there I was, in need of assistance of the boring touristy type and there was a Cop. I told him what I was looking for. We were about a block and a half from a MARTA station and he said, " I am not sure but come with me". We walked over, down into it where - as he knew we would- we found a kiosk with maps of Midtown and the MARTA system. Sure enough, I was a hell of a hike from the High Museum. He did point out some other places to visit, and I thanked him for taking the time to walk me there and get me the map.
Then he beat me senseless with his nightstick and threw me into a lockup.
:eek:
I jest. He was a nice guy and I went on my way, finding Midtown to be fairly boring as cities go, but with some nice bits. Walking around Centennial Olympics Park was great, people watching, seeing the kids dodge and dance with the water jets. A lovely day.
It was a completely pedestrian ( heh ) encounter. Remarkable only because pedestrian encounters with cops just out doing their job are never remarked upon.
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