Lately there've been a lot of cops in my neighborhood. After one of these cops witnessed my car being hit while parked, I don't mind such a huge presence so much. I'll even welcome them the next time they set up a roadblock on my block.

However, this is getting weird.

The other night, I left my apartment and started walking down the street, on my way to the Division Street Blue Line stop. I didn't get more than a block when I noticed a police car behind me which proceeds to follow me slowly for half a block more. Just about when I start to freak out, it pulls up next to me, the officer calls me over, and asks me where I live. When I point to the building and tell her I live on the next street over, she says okay and tells me I can go on my way.

Gee, thanks, officer. Really, I mean, what the heck? Now they're stopping people on foot?

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