Danny Garcia

So. Something interesting happened at work today. It was 7:30 P.M., the sun was down and a dim light could barely illuminate the outside expanse of the business outlet where I work. I was sitting in my lonely office, all by my lonesome, when I see this fat moderately overweight guy walk into the “Chinese MASSAGE” next door. Middle-aged men go in and out of that place all day - and night - long. From where I sit I can see through the glass door of the one-floor building. This is somewhat an ideal place to sit considering I can catch a glimpse of customers walking in and can therefore decide to ignore their entrance or not. Sometimes another guy would walk up to the massage office and it would draw my attention as it would appear as though they were about to enter ours.

But this time was different. The guy was a cop. Several other policemen proceeded to come in and out of the place. Not only can I see them entering, but thanks to the massage office giant glass window, I can see what’s going on inside. I take a closer look and realize that they’re questioning one of the ladies that work there. Two of the cops walk outside with some other guy and begin to question him. They ask him the basic name, address, identification questions. Apparently he had been in trouble for embezzlement. I can hear some of the policemen going back and forth. I hear the world “Meth”. Apparently this was not the first time the place has been raided. It was the third…

So, I’m kinda flipping out because I don’t know if I should leave or stay. Keep in mind, this is happening just a couple dozen feet away from where I am. I call my boss and he has a good laugh. He tells me I can leave early. I have the coolest boss in the world. I decide to wait a little and I get ready to leave. As I’m pulling out, I roll my window down and ask one of the cops, “should my boss should know anything about this?” “Not this time.”

Then I went to Denny’s with a friend.

What a fun day.