I met up with an old friend from high school last night. A brief chat in her car by Herman MacNeil Park (Point D on the LGA Spotting Map).
We sat in her car overlooking the skyline and 22 arrivals. Nothing romantic, not a "Lover's Lookout" or anything.
A cop car comes out of the park in front of us and stops in front of the car, blocking us from leaving if we so intended. Two officers get out and walk to either side of the car.
I squinted to prepare for the light that would be showing on my face. Instead, I see the light first shining on the my crotch, obviously checking for some kind of "inappropriate" behavior.
The first cop asks her what we're doing. Instead of just saying "hangin out" or "talking", she says "Watching planes". I was surprised that she said that,a and the cop didn't really care for it. "You know, in this day and age after September 11, that's really not a good answer to give me."
I couldn't believe I was in this situation without my camera. I didn't know what else my friend would say that might lead to a further grilling of me. I expected her to say "No, it's ok, Phil spends all day taking pictures of planes," but thankfully she didn't.
They asked a question or two and glanced at our IDs and left us be.
The light on my crotch was the highlight of my evening, and the most attention that area of my body has received in quite some time. haha