Stuck Outside of Memphis...(Apologies to Dylan)

Here is the rough version of a conversation that took place last night at about 6 PM, between me and a security guard at a fancy mall/plaza in Germantown, TN, just outside of Memphis:
I had been in a Wendy’s in the plaza. Wendy’s usually has wifi, and lousy food. This one had the lousy food but no wifi. I was receiving a signal, weak but connectable, from a shop somewhere outside. I finished typing up a blog piece and when I tried to upload it it would not go through. I decided to find the shop with the wifi and get it uploaded quickly there. I located the shop, a café that was closed, and sat in the shade of the pillars near the sidewalk. I literally had not been there for more than 60 seconds when a truck pulled up in front of me. I kept typing and working on getting the piece uploaded. Two feet in boots appeared at my feet. I looked up. A young, gung ho type security guard was standing there.
“How are you doing sir?”
“Fine. How are you?”
“Do you have business here in the plaza sir?”
“Yes, I was eating dinner at Wendys right there (pointing) and the wifi signal was weak from this shop so I am just uploading something that I wrote. I am a writer. Is there a problem?”
“People here are afraid of you.”
“Afraid of me? Ive been sitting here less than a minute, How could anyone be afraid of me in 60 seconds?”
“Well, you’re pushing that cart there.”
“Well, I am just uploading a piece I wrote and Ill be done in a moment. “
“Please go across the street, sir.”

At this point I had managed to send my piece to the blog and post the link on Facebook. I was done.
A woman emerged from a shop, I think a jewelry shop, a couple of doors down. She was attractive in that plastic “too much makeup and the face will break if a smile appears on it” way. I noticed a silent look between the two if them and knew who had called.
I said aloud, if someone had worries about me, they could have been adult enough to ask me politely about what I was doing. I then asked the guard how much he knew about civil rights, and he said he knew about them. I told him that he was violating mine at that very moment, since I was in a place I legally could be, I was a patron of the restaurant less than 50 feet away, and if I had been in a car instead of on foot we would not even be having the conversation. I packed up and left.
I went to a gas station down the street a bit. I purchased a couple of sodas for the road and was outside drinking one when a Germantown police cruiser pulled up. A young officer got out and approached me. He asked me about the incident with the security guard, and I told him the same thing written above.I showed him a card I had received from a Collierville officer named Major Fussell earlier that day, after he had stopped me to check me out. He did not know Officer Fussell, but we had a nice talk and he explained that it was an affluent area and that the more money the people seemed to have the more afraid of their own shadows they were. I joked that if it was an affluent area, then he as a cop must not live there. He laughed and we commiserated a bit about the greedy and arrogant rich (not all) and how the drivers were so awful. He is a jogger and told me he had been nearly hit several times by distracted drivers. I asked him for advice on where to sleep and he inferred some locations that he couldn’t legally tell me to go to because they were privately owned. I thanked him and went to one, where I set up my air mattress and sleeping bag, under clear star filled skies, in the flight lanes for Memphis Airport, where I watched the planes coming in and veering off towards the runways. It was a beautiful night.
At 12:58 AM the raindrops hit my face. So much for the beautiful night.
I pulled my big tarpaulin off the cart and just splayed it over everything. I was too tired to do much else. I got wet, but my belongings, especially the electric stuff and my books, stayed dry. Could have been worse. As could my night. Just another day on the road. Today, I try to make it to Arkansas, if the flooded Mississippi lets me pass….