
For some reason, people sometimes mistake me for a
terrorist. Once I got
interrogated by an air marshal for merely looking out a window, and the following year in
London I totally freaked out several people on a bus.
The second incident was, I suppose, partially my fault. I boarded a city bus with a large suitcase, which I put on the luggage rack. Since the rack was right next to the door, I moved a little away from it so I wouldn't be in the way.
For a couple of minutes I stood there, keeping an eye on my bag and not listening to the buzz of voices around me. One conversation, however, began to get my attention.
"I just don't think it looks right," a worried woman's voice said.
"Well, then mention it to the driver," a man said.
"I don't want to make a fuss," the woman replied.
"Look, you're worried about it just sitting there. You don't see the owner. So go up to the driver and mention it," the man said. He didn't sound worried himself. Instead he sounded a bit condescending.
I turned to them.