…so says my at-work friend. Conversation below.
The security guard is a large, secular, misshapen man. :ohnoes:
Story:
I’m driving the Mustang today because someone has to borrow my truck.
After attending a short off-site this afternoon, I have to head back to the office. Driving back, I take the side entrance for the rear parking lot. This entrance is a downhill grade which narrows between a retaining wall and Our building (a fair bit of reverb), and is about 500’ long. The car is a bit loud, with dumps et al. No big deal though, I barely rev the thing beyond 2k, considering that I’m pulling into a parking lot.
This entrance happens to run past Our security desk.
Just now, on rounds, one of the guards makes a point to come by and strike up a conversation:
Guard: Hello gents
Me: Afternoon
Co Worker: How are yah?
G: Good, You guys?
M / C: Fine, fine
G (to M): So, hey, that was You in the five-oh, right?
M: Yessir, my truck is multi-tasking today.
G: Yea, i saw that bullet, pretty hot. How do You like to ride it?
M: Errr, it’s alright, My wife likes it but Im not a big mustang fan.
G: Really? I’d ride that pony. It sounds sexy
M: :uhh:
C: It’s stick right, You like stick, right?
M: :mad:
G: 
M: Doesnt matter, I’m selling it. It gets me all the wrong kind of attention.
G: 
Well, I gotta finish my rounds.
C: The Security Guard just hit on You
:eyebrow: