I was all dressed up with my rollie cart following me carrying my laptop. Did I think I was cool? Did I think I fit in? Hell Yeah! I had my Salesforce badge; blue and white cloud around my neck lloking like one of thr pros I was mixing with. I was proud as hell, I'm going to see and listen to General Colin Powell at The George Moscone convention center as a guest of Mr. Benioff's company. I mean I had my swagger on, after all, I am a Vietnam-era veteran, still proud and I'm almost as cute as he is. When I got there the "air" was total respect. I was led down the aisle to a place where I could stand (no seats). Hell, I'm Army, of course I could do that! It didn't even matter that I had more fingers than black people attending. He was handsome, magnanimous, a hell of a speaker and a good looker. After his too short address I walked out sharp and proud. Two overweight hispanic cops rushed up to me and yelled, "How'd you get in here"? I showed my badgs and invitation. They handcuffed me and took me outside. A tall very aryan aide came and asked was everything alright as I sat on a light pole abutment. They lied and said "Yeah". They called over other officers who told them, "That's Roxane, I'm not bothering her". Finally a raggedy haired Sgt. showed up and after looking in her computer suggested, "let's ay she's drunk". Then assured me, as I began to react, "No more than 4 hours". I was released on the dot.
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