It was 3am. I needed fresh air. I couldn’t sit at my desk any longer. I needed to get out, and breathe.
As I paced back and forth along the front of my place of employment (on the landing, not on the street) a police van driving up the street stopped, and the driver’s side window rolled down. I didn’t pay any attention to the police officer yelling at someone. I wasn’t doing anything wrong. I had my headphones in, so I couldn’t make out any of what he was saying. Too bad, considering he was trying to get my attention.
I started to walk away until I heard a loud horn honking, and turned to look at the van. As I pulled my earphones out, I heard one of the police officers say “Ah, he’s listening to music”. Great.
“I want to talk to him” the officer driving the van said, as he pointed to me. Wonderful.
I walked down the stairs and over to the van. You can imagine the thoughts going through my head.
“Were you down at Subway tonight? Have you seen anyone in a grey hoodie stumbling around here?”
I explained that I hadn’t been out of the building since arriving for work at 6:30, and was just stepping outside for a breath of fresh air. He seemed to buy it. I suppose the fact that I wasn’t drunk probably helped.
When I got back to the office, my co-workers laughed at me, and told me that I should walk down to Subway now and get something to eat.
Yeah… I think I’ll pass on that, thanks!