Smitten by City of Angels ‘rude’ cop

I had just landed in Los Angeles aka the ‘City of Angels’ to attend a major music conference.  As usual, I gave myself a few days to check out the city.

Despite being fatigued, I was quite excited to be there. It is Hollywood after all.

I imagined bumping into Denzel Washington walking down the street. However, the only thing I wanted was a bed and a hot shower! After a tiresome five-hour flight from New York, my body was tuckered out!

Dragging my heaving luggage, I went to the kerb to wait for my pal to pick me up. From the human traffic, I was shocked at how busy the international airport was. I kept checking whether I was at the right spot.

From a distance, I noticed this lean bottle of water that hanged in a tan of Highway Patrol uniform.

The brother was  at least 6’5”.

Before I noticed his height, I noticed his shiny, black, knee-high, motorcycle boots, which I imagined two cows were sacrificed to make!

He wore the standard sunglasses and I wondered if I was in the remake of the TV show CHP (California Highway Patrol) set.

He was an eye candy as he directed traffic.  I am not a shy girl, and I decided to approach him and find out if I was standing on the right spot.

 As I stood a few inches from him, he was forced to crane his neck down to look me in the eye.

I had to immediately reassess his height estimation and add two more inches.

I asked the chocolate-skinned chap, “Where do I wait for a pick-up?”

 “Where you are is fine,” he said. I rebutted with, “Are you sure? I do not know what got into me. If there is anyone who is ‘sure’, it is the police officer who is directing traffic in the same area, I thought to myself.

He retorted, “You asked me a question and I have answered you”.

Wow, that deserved, but still unnecessary retort, took all the wind out of my sails and I was instantly reminded of how tired I was.

I thanked him curtly and made a mental note to myself gritting my teeth. “He ain’t all that cute!”

I moved further down the walkway, as far away from him as I could manage without running with all my luggage.

I wound up standing next to this guy who looked like the lead role in a Borat movie. He had black curly hair, gold rimmed Elvis Presley sunglasses at 10pm, a brown jumpsuit and orange shoes!

I wondered if he was wearing one of those bathing suits that Borat sported while he sunbathed on the shores of lake.

It covered a man’s private parts, but nothing else.

My imagination made me smile at the thought of him peeling off that jumpsuit and exposing that crazy bathing suit.

My friend arrived and spared me from my imaginations and spotting any other TV and film characters there in Hollywood’s airport.

Denise is an Afro-soul singer and music performance coach.

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