I was walking along Boylston minding my own business today when I spotted a bunch of official looking Black SUVs and some cop cars.
As I approached, a couple of doors of the department store Lord & Taylor swung open, and out walked men dressed in black talking into their wrists (yes they actually do that!)
Then out pops Mr Charisma himself, John Kerry.
Nobody seemed to be forming a human shield so I kept walking only for one of the men in black to hold out his arm and tap me on the chest telling me to stop.
I chose to stop. Of course I could have twisted his hand backwards and stolen his pistol all in one fell swoop, but I was listening to Simon & Garfunkel at the time and it put me in a mellow mood.