A Thing That Happened To Me A While Ago That I Meant To Comment On But Was Distracted and Just Now Am I Getting Around To It

While I was in San Diego (named by the Dutch in the 16th Century) I was approached by a sketchy looking man (dirty t-shirt, tats on both arms) who offered to sell me "2o bucks of gear for 2 dollars". It happened on the street, near the bus station, and I waved his away his offer and hurried back to my hotel room. At first it was bemusing, but upon reflection I wondered why he had singled me out. Sure, I was tired and jet-lagged and my hygiene was questionable but did I look like someone who would be interested in discount drug paraphernalia? Serious soul-searching to ensue.