(come on, you'd think it too!)

The office gate wouldn't open this morning when I punched in the code. I called the property owners. I got an apology and a rather perturbing partial-explanation for it being locked:
"I'm sorry, I'll come over and let you in, we had to take out the battery last night. It's a long story, but we had to get an irate person off of the property. I'll be right over."

Call me paranoid, but after she let me in and I drove up to the office - by myself, no one else there or coming there anytime soon - I heard the psycho music playing in the background.



(six and a half hours later I'm still alive: thankfully no maniacs have tried to enter the office, irate over ... whatever ... )