Today I was walking back from class. It was raining and I didn’t have an umbrella or a rain jacket or even a hoodie with me. So I just sort of trudged along, getting the ever attractive bangs-stuck-to-forehead look. It was ok.
Then, I walked past these two, well three, guys. One of them doesn’t really matter because he had no impact on the story. One of the guys was on a bike and one of the guys veered away from the other two. In a different direction. He got about 10 steps away when the guy on the bike shouted to him “Andrew, Andrew, where am I going to meet you.” To which Andrew replied “on that other corner over there.”
I walked away thinking nothing of it. But then I started to think something of it. Have you ever thought about if something really bad were to happen and the police contacted you for a witness statement? Totally common thought process. Well. After thinking about that little encounter I had, I thought that maybe they were going to blow a building up. I mean, look at what they SAID. Guy on bike who was not Andrew was really nervous about where he was going to meet Andrew. Why? People have cell phones. People have communication devices. Why couldn’t he have asked Andrew after? But he freaked out instead. And then Andrew gave him this really vague response “on that other corner over there.” To me, that seemed like code for where they were going to meet after blowing something up. Like a building.
So I’ve been trying to remember since I saw them what they looked like, the time, their voices, their inflections, where they were headed, etc. So just in case the police need to know any of those things because two guys blew up a building, I can help. I’ve been thinking about it all day.
If nothing gets blown up, I’ll be totally out of luck and I will have wasted a few hours of my day trying to recall things for the imaginary explosion. Whatever. I think I’m a good citizen.
Also, I’ve been sitting in the same chair since I got back to my room two hours ago and, oh yeah, it was raining and I had no umbrella. So now the rain water has seeped into my sneakers through that little mesh patch over the toes area and my feet are damp. I can feel it. And this room smells like popcorn and it’s really bad.
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