Do I look like I'm from around here?

The day after I moved to California I was stopped by a police officer.

This is what happened:

Will & I were checking out of a motel room* in Buena Park when Will realized he forgot his cell phone upstairs. So I went to go to the truck with all our stuff in it when the police car rolls over and the officer rolls down his window. He beckons for me to come over, so I do.

"What are you doing here?" he asks me. Apparently, parking in a motel parking lot seems suspicious. He requests to see my drivers' license, and I hand it to him.

"I just rented a room for the night," I say.

"Is this your truck?" He looks over at the truck after scanning my license as if for typos.

Uhhh, I was just unlocking it, doesn't that seem obvious? "It's a rental, yeah."

"Where are you coming from?"

"Chicago."

"Your plates say Oklahoma."

Is this guy really that dumb? "It's a rental. I picked up the truck in Chicago, where I'm from."

"Where are you moving to?"

"Anaheim."

"That's over there." He points in some random direction, implying that I'm far from where I need to be. I just shrug.
"I just moved here, I don't know where I am." Seriously!? I have spent less than 24 hours in California and you're going to harass me about not knowing where I am?!

"Well..." he says slowly, like he's realizing that he has nothing on me. "I'm gonna let you go because you're name is Dana."

He grins. In a totally creeptastic way. Also, WTF?! Because my name is Dana!?

"My name is Dana." He grins again.

"Uhh, oh, okay." I try to stay polite and friendly, despite wanting to slap this man across the face. Like, seriously, thanks for "letting me go" for doing nothing wrong because I happen to share his name.

Great. Thanks. Welcome to California.

*Ron wouldn't let us stay at the room we were renting because he had decided to get the bathroom redone, except(!!) he hired the cheapest help he could find so naturally it took a week longer than it was supposed to (you get what you pay for!) and there was no shower or toilet to speak of... plus Ron is a gross pig so his bathroom wasn't in use either. So we stayed at a motel room for the night and then it became obvious that the bathroom wasn't going to be done the next day either. Or for the next few days...