A bright light shined in my face. Just as I was wincing and thinking whoever had the torch was rude as heck, a voice boomed over me. " You are Anna S? " It asked. "No. No, Im not. " I answered to the light. " Excuse me?" it returned. " I said, No.. No Im not." So there you silly light man. There was a sound of irratation that I am so used to..tis a pleasant sound. " Look, your ID says Anna S." " How do you know its mine, hmm? " I clipped cleverly. " Because it was on your person! " Again he boomed. He sure boomed a lot. " Well, I might have stolen it. I might be a horrid criminal." I countered. " Listen, you punk. You match the photo ID, therefor it is your ID, why would you steal your own ID?" An excellent question, so I pondered it for just a moment to make them think I was actually..well, pondering. " I wouldnt, that would be daft, wouldnt it. Its a remarkable resemblance, isnt it? Shocked me, it did." I nodded repeatedly for effect. A sigh followed. " Enough bull. You are Anna S. This is your ID, whether or not you are a horrid criminal is yet to be seen. But you are Anna S." " Well why did you need to ask me for then? Hmm? You're a clever one, oh yes." More sounds of frustration. I reveled in them. The light shot closer to me. I flinched on cue. " Anna S!!! Where were you June 11th 2004!!!" " What time?" " What? Christ. 10 am! 10 am June 11th 2004!" " Eastern or Pacific. Or central?" " (*&(*(*!!!! " " Well you didnt specify. " CENTRAL!!!! Where were you June 11th 2004, at 10 central!" I paused or a moment. " AM or PM?" 'Agggh!!!!!!! Smith! Get me the paperwork. " someone else beyond the oo so bright light shuffled about. There was a sound of shifting papers. " AM! " " Oh, well. I was at home, see. Yeah, I was at home. See." " Why do you keep saying See.." " Because it makes me sound like a bad mafioso dude from the 30s. " " Right..so you were home. " " Yup." " yes or No." " I said yes?" " no, you said, YUP that is not acceptable." crikey..I thought to myself. This guy needs a life. I suppose it must suck being a voice inside a bright light. Terribly lonely. " Yes. sir." I said. He was appeased. " Do you know anything about the pop corn bruciato??" " The..what?" " The pop corn bruciato!!" " What the heck is a bruciato?" " Dont play stupid with me little girl!" " Im 25." " What?" " Im 25, you called me a little girl.I am 25, full grown even." " God..WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT IT!" " About what?" " The pop corn bruciato!!!" " Christ, if I knew anything, Id have told you." another scream. I nearly giggled. " What is a pop corn bruciato anyway..sir?" He didnt know. Smith was called forth again, and there was more shuffling of paperwork. " Sir, its italian. " entoned Smith. " For?" we said in unison. " You shutup!" he demanded. " Burnt. It means Burnt Popcorn, Sir." " Oh you mean burnt popcorn" I said slowly,understanding. The light was in my face again. " What do you know about it!" " Uhm... I..burnt the popcorn?" " NOW WE HAVE YOU!!!!" the bright light cackled. So that was how I got locked up for 5 hours in a soft security prison, doing Doileys with Martha Stewart. And let me tell you..Id have sooner done 24 hours in the rapists unit...god that Stewart woman...INSANE!!! thank you.. you..who actually read this far..Pat yourself on the back! That was so tedious and you stuck with it :) You're a pro! Thanks for staying with me buddy ol pal fellow artist type :) self-selfish-selfless