by Ned Braden Tue May 13, 2014 9:29 pm
Short story: probably something to do with American fearmongering culture, creepy pedos, and/or the 2nd amendment, and me all stuck in the middle.
Was out for a run in an unfamiliar locale and turned into what looked like a promising little trail. There was a gate guard though, so I knew I wasn't supposed to be there. Rather than be smart about it and just power through/ignore with the headphones as my "get out of jail free" I replied to the gateguard's yells to stop. I was going through Virginia Wesleyan's campus. I started pretending to be a student, but when she pressed with the "which residence" schtick I just threw the headphones back on and got outta dodge. A few miles later the bike patrol fuzz tracked me down.
On the plus side, they just gave me a warning and a yellow "stay outta riverdale" piece of paper (but with no fine luckily). So I guess I'm banned from trespassing there again in the future.
Dicks.