So I'm driving to work and I spot this guy in a Land Cruiser.
He's wearing a turban.
Put those two things togther and for some reason my mind brings me to 9/11.
It just does.
Was the guy's SUV loaded with explosives?
Was he on his way to blow up The Hancock Building? The Ted Willaims tunnel?
I hate having these thoughts. They all take place within about fifteeen seconds. Usually I forget about them.
Not this time.
This guy I will probably remember for the rest of my life.
If I was gonna blow something up in America I certainly wouldn't wear my turban.
He did. He was practically flaunting it.
I drove side by side with him for maybe 4 seconds. No eye contact made.
He finally passed me.
I was prepared to write down his plate number.
Until I looked at said plate.
He had a vanity plate.
The Taliban are going to kill us with Jazz.