OK, so if you come to work before the sun comes up and there’s a car you’ve never seen before sitting away from the building, not in the parking lot, parked in the grass, engine running and its lights are on…you’d call the cops, wouldn’t you?
That’s what I did.
I mean it could’ve been robbers, it could’ve been the Russian mob or something worse.
“Do you know who that is out there?” I asked my co-workers. No one knew.
“Why won’t they come in?”
I went about my business, waiting for the police, peeking out the side door to see if the car was still there. Yep, it sure was.
After a while a policeman came in the building.
“Are you the guy who called?” he asked.
“It’s the father of one of your co-workers,” he mentioned a name.
“Oh, they’re not here yet,” I said.
“Let me ask you something,” said the policeman. “Why didn’t you just go out there and tap on the window?”
“Well, you never know what someone might be up to,” I said.
Later that day I told the story to The Lady of the House.
“Why didn’t you just go out there and tap on the window?” she asked.
“Well, you never know who it might be,” I said.
“You could have gone out and knocked on the window and said,
‘Hello, are you with the Russian mob?’”
“Then they would have pulled out one of their big Russian guns and shot me dead,” I said.
“What about a 10-foot pole, you could’ve tapped on the window with that,” said The Lady of the House.
“We don’t have any 10-foot poles at work.”
“You could’ve stood in front of the car, done jumping-jacks and yelled,” she said.
“Then I would’ve been a bigger target for their big Russian guns,” I said.
“You’ve been watching too much TV,” she said.