Aug 09, 2006 11:29
So my boss comes into my office today and starts talking about how the house that, uh, houses the agency is drive-by proof. It was sort of random, but I'll give it to him. Before the agency bought this house, they were renting a building in a very bad area of Reading and Reading had a problem with drive-bys. The problem has improved dramatically, but Reading still isn't the best town in the world.
Anywho, I sort of smiled and listened to what he was saying. Then he pointed to the window right next to my left shoulder and said, "Y'know someone could get you right from that sidewalk there. Just shoot right up through the window and that'd be all she wrote."
Uh, WHAT? Pardon? What was the point of that? The unlikelihood is so amazingly high as to make the risk negligible. What was he trying to go for there? To make me nervous? I tell me how dangerous the neighborhood is (which it's not)? To scare me? To get a rise out of me? So, I try to make the best of it. I laugh and crack a joke, which he seems to actually take as a joke.
But, seriously, WTF? I don't understand him all the time.