Danger Lurks
So I was running late to get home and decided to break from new healthy routine of taking the stairs in the parking garage. The elevator let me out on 7. My car I soon realized was on 6. I entered the stairwell and encountered a young man sitting on the stairs, who immediately yelled out, "someone's in here". Loud like you would if someone tried to entered your stall while you were doing some business. It took me a second to realize that someone was me. I quickly went past him to level 6. Who was he calling out to? Probably someone who would murder me if I took the stairs up. Shit, I watch The Wire and read Murder Ink, I know. I did, however, alert the parking lot attendent that there was suspicious characters in the stairwell. Let them take two to the dome, I gots to be careful, I got a baby and such.

2 Comments:
Are you now afraid of the stairs? And will you be taking them in the future?
If any sort of criminal prosecution comes from that and you're asked to be a witness, run -- lest you become the central figure in "Stop Snitching II: We Kill Dudes in Suits, Too."
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