What's up, dock?
It's been a long past couple of days, and I'm not ready to go into the bad news I got at breakfast this morning, so it's been nice to have a mystery bordering on the absurd at work.
Yesterday, YC broke down a box and went to toss it in the dumpster. She had to go through the dock to do so, except the new neighbors next door were busy out there. She said they were moving a bunch of chairs into a U-Haul. Uh, they only recently moved in; are you sure the chairs aren't being removed *from* the U-Haul, rather than going back into it? She wasn't sure, and truthfully she doesn't pay close attention to this sort of thing. When I left, though, I discovered the chairs were still in the dock. YC had said they were basically blocking the door and she almost couldn't get out. This was a couple hours later, and the chairs were still back there, but now they were blocking the other neighbors' doors; there are four businesses that share the dock, and the two to the east would not be able to get out of their back doors. Hope there isn't a fire.
The cousin was working in one of the cubicles at the time, and I called her over to see what was going on. The chair at her desk, which has a blue-gray fabric, apparently is terrible and the back is broken, so that she can't sit up straight if she leans back; it tilts on her. Looking at all the chairs in the dock, which were black and wiry-looking, she wondered if anyone would notice if she swapped hers out, heh. She didn't, but she was really tempted. Also, the weather's been crappy the past couple days, so that it's been cloudy and dark, so that when DW came in a little while later, he basically ran into the chairs because it was so dark in the dock. He was displeased.
Today, when I went to leave, the chairs were gone--they were gone before I came to work today--but something else was there. I asked the cousin to come out and said, uh, is that a keg? She went, yep. I then noticed it said Anheuser Busch on it. Yeah, that'd be beer. She then lifted part of it and went, it's full. Given that the farthest business works with school-age kids, and the next business is health-oriented, signs are pointing directly to the new neighbors as to who the keg belongs to. And now we're wondering if they're throwing a kegger or some sort of big party, like they had to move all the chairs out to make room, or else bring them in so people would have a place to sit. All I know is, we're not invited, yet we keep seeing all this weird stuff. What will we find back there tomorrow?
Yesterday, YC broke down a box and went to toss it in the dumpster. She had to go through the dock to do so, except the new neighbors next door were busy out there. She said they were moving a bunch of chairs into a U-Haul. Uh, they only recently moved in; are you sure the chairs aren't being removed *from* the U-Haul, rather than going back into it? She wasn't sure, and truthfully she doesn't pay close attention to this sort of thing. When I left, though, I discovered the chairs were still in the dock. YC had said they were basically blocking the door and she almost couldn't get out. This was a couple hours later, and the chairs were still back there, but now they were blocking the other neighbors' doors; there are four businesses that share the dock, and the two to the east would not be able to get out of their back doors. Hope there isn't a fire.
The cousin was working in one of the cubicles at the time, and I called her over to see what was going on. The chair at her desk, which has a blue-gray fabric, apparently is terrible and the back is broken, so that she can't sit up straight if she leans back; it tilts on her. Looking at all the chairs in the dock, which were black and wiry-looking, she wondered if anyone would notice if she swapped hers out, heh. She didn't, but she was really tempted. Also, the weather's been crappy the past couple days, so that it's been cloudy and dark, so that when DW came in a little while later, he basically ran into the chairs because it was so dark in the dock. He was displeased.
Today, when I went to leave, the chairs were gone--they were gone before I came to work today--but something else was there. I asked the cousin to come out and said, uh, is that a keg? She went, yep. I then noticed it said Anheuser Busch on it. Yeah, that'd be beer. She then lifted part of it and went, it's full. Given that the farthest business works with school-age kids, and the next business is health-oriented, signs are pointing directly to the new neighbors as to who the keg belongs to. And now we're wondering if they're throwing a kegger or some sort of big party, like they had to move all the chairs out to make room, or else bring them in so people would have a place to sit. All I know is, we're not invited, yet we keep seeing all this weird stuff. What will we find back there tomorrow?