You were the employees working a Friday night shift at a local record store. I was the twentysomething Mexican browsing through the CDs. I really didn't think it was necessary for you guys to follow me around, making sure I wasn't going to swipe anything. After a stressful week, I thought a new album would put me in a better mood for the weekend. But that guilty-until-proven-innocent attitude really wears me down. It's not my fault I'm Hispanic and I don't dress as if I go to Cal State Long Beach. Maybe I'll start buying CDs online; it's way cheaper that way, unfortunately. P.S. What's the point of those metal detectors?
