Samantha: the blog

I got yelled at yesterday. I was at work and got yelled at by a stranger. It's been a while since I've had someone yell at me. I hear yelling all the time. It's just usually not directed at me.
I would like to point out that I did nothing wrong. I would like to make that very clear. I'm sure you all will agree with me.
Mr. Thick-middle-eastern-accent-and-strange-curly-hair was quite convinced that he had located a wanted felon featured on America's Most Wanted. He proceeded to tell me all about being threatened with a gun by said felon and how Mr. Thick (that's what I'll call him) knows it was him by his tattoos.
"I'll never forget him," he said. "His tattoos are ingrained in my brain."
Ok, sure. I believe you. There's just one problem.
All said felon-spotting and gun-threatening occurred in Provo. This isn't Provo.
This very clearly is Orem. It says so in big letters stuck to the building. It says so on every sign in the lobby. It says so on the patches sewed to my shirt. It says so on my shiny badge. It's pretty obvious.
When trying to explain the problem to Mr. Thick, he promptly replied, "I don't see the problem. Provo is right next to Orem. What's the difference?"
Um. Huge difference.
I politely explained to Mr. Thick that he would need to speak with Provo.
"I already went to Provo. I waited for ten, fifteen, twenty minutes. I couldn't wait any longer so that's why I came here."
Sorry, dude. Go back to Provo.
I also gave him the phone number for AMW. I mean hello? Have you ever watched the show? They flash 1-800-CRIME-TV every two minutes.
That didn't satisfy him.
Mr. Thick began to get slightly upset. He proceeded to ask me why I didn't care about getting this man in jail. He wanted to know why I wasn't helping him keep our country safe. What did he have to do to get some help in this matter.
I already told him. Go to Provo.