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Tuesday, October 02, 2007

America's Most Wanted

One of my friends is applying to be a U.S. Attorney, so I got to have an FBI agent come to my house to interview me about her this weekend. I was expecting it to be all cloak and dagger -- I was even prepared to put on a trench coat and dark glasses and meet him in a parking garage somewhere -- but it turned out just to be a nice older guy complaining about the parking in my neighborhood and asking me what my friend and I like to do for fun. (I was half tempted to joke and say "drugs" or "run a child pornography ring," but jokes that ruin careers aren't really the funniest.) And despite the fact that he insisted on coming to my home instead of doing it over the phone, it took all of ten minutes. The most painful part was the fact that he tracked in a little bit of mud.

I do love all the questions they ask, though. I mean, where would I make friends who were members of organizations dedicated to the overthrow of the United States government? Probably not in improv class. And who would I know who has committed treason? It's not exactly littering, that's all I'm saying.

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