Okay, so today this happened:
The day started normally enough. I got up, got some coffee and waited for Diva to get ready for work. I dropped her off and proceeded to start my work day. Many of you know that along with my freelance writing and jewelry design gigs I’m also a mystery shopper. Well I’m also a quality auditor for gas stations, and today I had a route I needed to complete. Seven stations in one town.
I get to the first station and I’m doing the spiel. Let the station know I’m there. Give them my letter of authorization (LoA…remember this, it will be important later), then I take pictures and complete the inspection. I’m walking back to my car and a woman approaches me.
Woman: pretty gutsy casing the joint during the day.
Me: Yeah, I’m not planning a robbery, I’m doing a site inspection.
Woman: Oh, of course (wink wink nudge nudge)
Me: Yeah…okay bye.
I get in my car and drive to the next location, all of two blocks away. Do my thing again, alert the station, hand over the LoA, take the photos, do the inspection (from now on, I’m referring to this as ‘Do my thing.’ As I’m walking to my car, guess who approaches me again? Yep. Lady from station #1.
Woman: What the hell kinda heist are you planning?
Me: No heist. Site inspections.
Woman: Good. Glad you’ve got your story down. Makes it way more believable if the cops find out.
Me: Yeah…sure. Bye.
As I got in my car, I thought, “Great, crazy lady is following me thinking I’m going on a crime spree. My luck she’ll say she wants in on it.” I start the car and headed for station #3, which is five or six blocks down the street.
You know, you’d think that I would have learned by now that speaking things aloud to the universe is inviting the universe to act. Apparently I haven’t learned that lesson because, sure enough, after I did my thing…
Woman: Look, if I can anticipate your next move, the cops will. You need a partner, I volunteer me!
Me: Thanks for the offer, but I work alone.
Woman: That’s never a good idea. There should always be two in a heist.
Me: Sorry. Loner.
Woman: I’m an excellent driver.
Me: Me too, plus my insurance won’t cover you.
Woman: I have an excellent eye for detail.
Me: Without looking, how many lights are on under the canopy?
Me: buuzzz! Too late, we’re in jail and it’s your fault. Thanks for playing.
I get to station #6…no sign of her. Did she give up? Did I lose her? Did she find something more amusing to do? After the nanosecond I took to ponder all that, I finished the gig and jumped in the car in the hopes that I could get the last site done..just in case she decided I was interesting again.
I get to the last station. There she is. With the station attendant.
Woman: Told you I knew what you were doing.
Me: Lady you don’t know what you’re doing, let alone what I’m doing.
Woman: Well you won’t be casing this joint!
Me: (To the attendant) I’m here to do your site inspection.
Attendant: Do you have a LoA?
Me: Yep. (hand over the letter)
Woman: That doesn’t mean anything. Any witless moron could make one of those.
Me: And yet here you stand without one.
And with that, I finished the inspection and left.
Now I’m at home thinking about all the ways that could have went wrong. But you know what? It didn’t and therefore it lands in the “must blog this because this only happens to me” box.