Aug 12, 2005 13:15
So I'm sitting at my desk chatting on MSN with Pam, Dan, and Brandon when in the corner of my eye I can see a scraggly haired guy standing on our lawn. At first i thought he was waiting for the bus. Then the bus passed by and the guy was still on our lawn. I took a closer look and there he is standing on the lawn of the headquarters of the most prestigious security company on earth... smoking a joint!
At this point im thinking "What the fuck is this guy doing?"
I figured he had been standing out there for a while so he must be nearly done his joint, then he'll go away. A minute or so later he finishes it up and starts to walk towards the building. "Ah Crap..."
So he comes in and pulls out his wallet and whips out like 15 pieces of identification. Im not exaggerating. He then asks me to look him up in my computer system so that I can verify who he is.
Gilles: Are you a commissionaire?
Man: Nope. I'm a spy.
Gilles: A what?
Man: I'm a spy. You dont need to play games dude. I know what this place is.
Gilles: I'm sorry sir i think your at the wrong place.
Man: I've had a long day and I really dont feel like doing the cloak and daggers stuff, just look me up in the system, you'll see who I am and then I can report my findings to our superiors.
Gilles: Do you know where you are?
Man: This is the secret service headquarters.
Gilles: Uh... no. This is the headquarters for the Canadian Corps of Commissionaires.
Man: So this is not a spy building?
Gilles: No.
Man: And your not a spy?
Gilles: No.
Man: Oh... do you know where I could find some spies?
Gilles: All information regarding canadian spies is classified sir... Is there anything else I could help you with?
Man: No... bye...
Then he left and got on the next bus... I'm still trying to figure out what the fuck that was about but I can make a really good guess. That man was most definately NOT a spy. I have seen enough while working in the corps to know that no spy would EVER tell someone else they are a spy, especially if they don't know them...