A little taste of that good ol' American Spirit.

So today I did my errand of running to the American embassy. Well, that in itself was an adventure. I was greeted immediately by a security guard who seemed very curious and apprehensive of my being there. I was dressed to the 9s; schmancy tie, V-neck, loafers and dockers. I had even shaved!(it had been easily a month). He immediately asked to see my passport-which was obviously normal protocol. I wasn't however expecting the second security guard and marine to approach me, once they overheard I was Canadian with questions.
I simply asked to speak to an representative for a few basic travel questions regarding my hitch. What they must have heard was "I am a threat to National Security. Don't be fooled by the somewhat polished image, I am here to blow this crappy building and all its Yankee inhabitants". Must have been the accent. Well once we sorted I was a harmless young chap full of ambition, and not some nomadic escapee eyeing the US as my next victim, I got my questions answered. I'm good to go, even via hitching. They told me the common knowledge crap I already knew, and said they don't recommend hitching. I almost torted I don't recommend being American, but I didn't want to end up in Guantanamo. They actually assume the worst in everyone. I know its the embassy, and I know history has proven a few problems, but come on. Sheesh, I could have sworn I had enough cover-up on my face gang tattoos. Anyways, it wasn't really a problem, I guess I had just forgotten how Americans are, and that there are no exceptions. Like I said, the embassy probably isn't a good example to base views from, but I know its foreshadowing to the demographic I will be dealing with. The most overweight, close-minded, fearful, consuming humans on the planet.
Lets just hope they invite me home for dinner...