Walking up to the deli counter in my hometown, I was unaware of the t-shirt I was wearing. Having recently visited my sibling in D.C. I had bought a souviner shirt that said “Federal Witness Protection Program”. Most people know that this is a joke, so I thought nothing of it at the time. Making my way to the counter, the lady behind the counter proceeded to look at me, look at the floor, and look at me several times. I ordered my deli selections and when she was finished she said “Honey, I hope they get him, whatever he done.” What? I don’t understand. Looking down at my shirt I realized the one I was wearing. She thought I was in the Federal Witness Protection Program….
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