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I'm a Nice Guy, I Swear!

Was just walking home past the proverbial crime scene and there was a woman standing by the fence checking the situation at (there's nothing to see). She saw me walking up the block and began to literally run away. I'm seriously not very scary-looking.

April 27, 2006 | Permalink

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Maybe she thought you were undercover police? Plus you're a surprisingly tall white guy and you slouch when you walk. Add some police lights to the mix and maybe she just freaked out.

On a completely unrelated note, driving out to Silver Spring tonight I saw no less than 20 police cars surrounding 4-5 men of Hispanic descent. That's a lot of manpower.

Posted by: fnook | Apr 28, 2006 12:10:18 AM

Maybe she saw you use your death ray to evaporate Ross Douhat on bloggingheads tv.

Posted by: cw | Apr 28, 2006 5:55:31 AM

Why "proverbial"? On a related note, maybe she thought you would force her to read your blog and she was be killed becasue of a massive intake of boredom and banality.

Posted by: jim | Apr 28, 2006 9:49:06 AM

um, yes you are sorta scary. Have you actually sat and watched yourself on the heads?

Posted by: fred lounge | Apr 28, 2006 9:57:00 AM

I thought, in a previous string of posts (related to why nice guys do/don't get laid), to which I simply don't have time to dredge up the link right now, you asserted rather strongly that you are not a particularly nice guy....

I'm confused.

Posted by: flippantangel | Apr 28, 2006 11:50:55 AM

Well, I'm "nice" in the "wouldn't rape or murder someone on the street for no reason" sense. I just don't think that's an especially high bar.

Posted by: Matthew Yglesias | Apr 28, 2006 2:01:23 PM

Speaking of not especially high bars, I was at a dinner seated near a been-there, done-that, seen it twice veteran judge discussing, of all things, home renovations. I mentioned that the contractor had told me the workers liked us a lot because we talked to them once in a while and left them donuts. I said "What must people be like if leaving donuts for people who are working in your house and sometimes having a polite conversation with them makes you something special?" Said the judge: "That's what people are like."

Posted by: C.J.Colucci | Apr 28, 2006 5:19:38 PM

Matthew could get one of those cute new cupcakes from Starbucks and carry it around with him. Nobody carrying a cupcake looks threatening.

Posted by: Mark | Apr 29, 2006 3:13:35 PM

I, for one, hope that one day, people will fear me so much that they know that running will be of no use, and that their only hope is to cower before my terrible might.

Posted by: Julian Elson | May 1, 2006 12:07:15 AM

I dunno, I can think of some street dudes in my hood who would look pretty scary carrying a cupcake.

Posted by: ot | May 2, 2006 12:28:37 PM

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