Reds in L.A.?

As I was dashing through the front doors of the grocery store, a nice looking man stopped me and proceeded to start the strangest conversation I've ever had.

"Excuse me, ma'am?"

"Yes?"

"Why do all these people treat us like we're from Los Angeles?"

"Um...Los Angeles?"

"Yeah! They take one look at you and treat you like you're a communist! Can you believe that?" And with that, he rode off on his bicycle.

So hear this, all you Commies in L.A! You may think it's a party, but Weird Bike Guy is onto your game.