There's actually more to this story. That day I was dressed kind of strangely. I had longer hair, and was wearing a bandana around my forehead. Also, I was wearing my prescription sunglasses, and I hadn't brought my regular glasses. I had about a 10-day growth of beard. Must have been wearing all black. Still had my late-20s physique. Somehow, I guess I looked -- thuggish (which is strange since I'm an effete, intellectual left-winger who likes Italian truffles and hates violence). Also strange because black clothes did not look good with my blue three-speed. I don't know why I didn't change before I went out.

Anyway, I think I looked a little threatening. About one minute after I entered the drugstore, I heard something I'd never heard before: An announcement from that manager to store employees to "check the merchandise in their aisles." I definitely felt like I was being watched. I proceeded to walk through every aisle in the store looking for my bearing grease. When I finally bought the $2 sample tin of noxema, I got some very cold treatment from the person at the checkout.

Throughout the experience, I felt kind of amused. I'm the last person who would steal something from a drugstore.

Is this what's known as threadjacking?