Spy

Our office overlooks a multi-story parking garage that’s shorter than us so we look down on the top floor.

Back in the before times this parking lot would fill up.

Fairly often, in the mornings, I would notice a car that drove to the roof and stopped in the driving lane. I can’t remember exactly but it was a small car like a Mini or maybe one of those little Fiats.

The driver would sit there. Sometimes they read the paper. Or sometimes they wrote in a notebook.

After a few minutes the car would drive back down.

What do you think was going on with that? Maybe just a security person who … drove through the parking garage to do his rounds?

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