Killing some time here before heading out for Legoland.
I had an interesting experience yesterday. We went to lunch at a restaurant in Balboa Park here and I ran into my first bit of California WTFness. We pulled into a parking lot and were walking across it and I pulled a cigarette out and was fumbling for my zippo. This cop was sitting in his patrol car in the lot and we walked past him headed to this pedestrian foot bridge. I stopped and told Brett that I left my lighter in the truck and would be back in a sec. The cop is giving me the hairy eyeball and I can't figure out why exactly. I walk past his unit going back to the truck with my cigarette dangling from the corner of my mouth and grab my lighter, light my smoke and head back towards the footbridge.
The cop is still giving me the stinkeye and I am starting to wonder if my fly is undone and my unit is flapping in the breeze or what and when I get almost past him he lurches the car forward in front of me and yells "I KNOW you aren't doing what I THINK you're doing!" out the window at me.
I'm standing there kinda shocked and I mumbled something like "WhaHuh?"
He asks me why I think I can smoke standing in front of a sign telling me not to smoke. I turn around (In a ****ing PARKING LOT, OUTSIDE mind you) and there is this small sign with a cigarette and the red circle x and small print stating that smoking in San Diego Parks or on San Diego Beaches is punishable by a huge fracking fine.
I was pissed because this douche could have TOLD me when I walked past his freaking cruiser with an unlit cigarette that there was a local ordinance but he waited till I walked back to the truck, lit up and then screeched his car in front of me like a choadhead.
Mind you I am in a freaking PARKING LOT, public area, nobody else around, and it's illegal for me to smoke.

I actually snapped at him which is really out of character for me dealing with cops. I told him that being from Wisconsin and having never been here before it didn't occur to me to check for warning signs in the middle of a ****ing parking lot before lighting up. He told me he was letting me off with a warning. THIS time.

They got people murdering each other for tennis shoes and this guy hangs around to make sure my second hand smoke doesn't hurt a bird or a palm tree.
Holy Hell.