Tonight at work the one guy who works for me called me out to our back dock. He happened to see someone behind our dumpster. I guess there have been a few cases locally of suspicious activities and he had heard a few bizarre stories. I had to stand out there a few minutes before the shadow behind the dumpster moved enough to recognize that it was a person. My view was obstructed by what I was told was a bike. After staring at the black blob in the dark for a bit I clearly saw a hand move around a bit. The thing was over 30 feet away and still creeped me out. I went to tell the boss about this odd event. Before I knew it this one server pacing the dock calling out to this person. He asked if they were ok and they exchanged a few comments that I didn't hear. He said that he had seen the guy eating and he seemed normal. The cops showed up a bit later and took the man, who was pretty drunk from what I heard, away to sober up for the night.
The only thing odder than the mystery man behind the dumpster was the casual way the server blew off the whole thing. Using the defense that the guy had just been inside eating doesn't make the situation any less creepy. I asked him if he had ever heard the phrase “casing the joint” in my usual sarcastic manner. It seems to me that any potential crook would have better odds of success if he knew the number of people he might have to deal with and the layout of the location. It really blew my mind how easily he just brushed the whole thing aside. Maybe I've just seen way too many movies but it is very clear he hasn’t seen enough.
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