Homeland Security, Tucson style

I'm parked in the left-hand turn lane, waiting for the signal, when I notice the car in front of me has a silver "Home Land Security" badge stuck to the back next to the license plate, and on the side too.

I pull out my cell phone and start taking pictures - of the badge and the license plate. I'm pissed. Every single car I've seen pulled over by police along the Tucson highway have been occupied by short, brown people.

And I think we should start filming these "Homeland Security" people.

He has noticed my picture taking. He is staring at me, expressionless - I see his old white face and white hair, and large dark sunglasses reflected in his side-view mirror. I smile broadly, flash him the peace sign. Still no expression so I begin taking pics of his image in the mirror.

The light changes and we begin to go. He takes off much faster than I do but he slows down and waits for me to catch up. I see him take out his cell phone and face me - but I have to make a left turn to go to Nancy's house - he's in the far right lane and can't swing over in time to follow me.

HAHAHAHAHAHA! I've got his picture!