Today I'm wearing khakis with a green Izod polo driving a red acura tl. I tell you that to tell you this.
In a town about the size of Townsend (literally 2 stoplights). Get a phone call so I pull over in parking lot of an empty building to take it. Finish that call and make another one. Been sitting talking on the phone for about 15 minutes when in my rearview mirror, I see Mr. Tatted up do rag Ghetto Thug walking up.
He motions for me to roll down my window & I indicate I'm on the phone. He keeps gesturing and I keep ignoring him. After 5 minutes I see he's not leaving. Put my customer on hold and roll down the window.
He says "you can't be loitering".
Wtf, "im just talking on the phone".
"nah man you loitering"
"I'm just making a phone call"
"you loitering. You can't park here. This is private property."
So I took my potentially criminal self elsewhere. So much irony made me lulz. I really thought about asking him to define loitering.