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Negotiations » Dr. A
defense team in the bastion ‘kill-zone’ between the doors).
“Good Morning!” I say with a smile. “What brings you to my neighborhood?”
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Apparently — this was not what they were expecting to happen … or hear… because they simply stare at me for a minute or two.
After that brief pause, a woman walks towards me. “These are your trucks?” starts the lieutenant (Lt. Cressman) that is apparently in command of the current team.
“Not mine per-se, but yes, I do know who they belong to.”
“Why are you here?”
“We are camping. You know, a lot of campgrounds are closed due to Covid, so we decided to camp a bit closer than usual. Kind of like a ‘staycation’ ”
“You are ‘camping’. With more than a dozen containers?”
“OK… more like ‘glamping’: it is pretty luxurious in there. The golf course is a bit too easy though.”
“Do you have a permit to ‘glamp’ in this parking lot?”
“Possibly… that is above my pay grade.”
“I suspect you _do not_ have a permit. The workers from Kohl and Sports Basement think you shouldn’t be here”
“I often think that myself… but yet… here I am. The universe is a strange and beautiful thing”
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“ ‘Asshole’ or ‘Idiot’ ” is probably running through her head about now, and she wanders back to her team and vehicle.
The Freightliner doors open, and I head back towards them.
“Don’t go anywhere” Lt. Cressman yells at me. I give a quick wave in the air and consider how fortunate I am that I can hear with my back turned and my gesture wasn’t perceived as profane or anything.
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