dibbons
Well-Known Member
True story: Circa 2005 I was picking up and delivering money to businesses and government agencies while working part-time for an armored truck company (finally putting myself through college at the age of 50 years old). Of course, I wore a uniform and carried a loaded revolver.
One day I was in the process of waiting at the counter of a municipal local government office when a young lady walked up to me and began a brief conversation and then walked away. As I completed my business (picking up a sealed bag with a bank deposit) the girl walked over to the counter where she found a pen and some small squares of blank paper supplied for the public to take notes (maybe to request copies of official documents). As I walked over to the elevator and pushed the button to leave, she walked over to me a second time and said "Here" as she handed me a small slip of paper. As I accepted the note, the elevator door opened and I got on the elevator, leaving the girl behind in the office where we had met.
On the note was scribbled the name "Ally" and a seven digit phone number. The script was not written very clearly (did not follow a straight line but trailed off at an angle) but was clearly readable. When I returned to the armored truck, I told the driver (my partner that day) that a young girl had offered me her phone number while I was performing my official duties. When I explained in further detail the incident, his envious feelings quickly melted away into astonished laughter.
The rest of the (true) story: When I entered the office I recognized that there was a woman doing business at the front counter. Behind the woman was an 8-10 year-old girl sitting on the carpeted floor playing with a doll. When I approached the counter to the left of the woman, the girl jumped up, walked over to me, and asked me what I was doing. Without going into detail, I explained to her that I performed pick-ups and deliveries. That's when she walked over to grab the paper and pen/pencil. As I left, she handed me what she had written down, evidently her first name and home phone number.
Of course, I never called the number but was tempted to warn the mother/caregiver that she may have an upcoming very precocious child on her hands. I hope it all worked out in the end for the little girl. Still hard to believe this took place and not sure what the young girl was thinking.
One day I was in the process of waiting at the counter of a municipal local government office when a young lady walked up to me and began a brief conversation and then walked away. As I completed my business (picking up a sealed bag with a bank deposit) the girl walked over to the counter where she found a pen and some small squares of blank paper supplied for the public to take notes (maybe to request copies of official documents). As I walked over to the elevator and pushed the button to leave, she walked over to me a second time and said "Here" as she handed me a small slip of paper. As I accepted the note, the elevator door opened and I got on the elevator, leaving the girl behind in the office where we had met.
On the note was scribbled the name "Ally" and a seven digit phone number. The script was not written very clearly (did not follow a straight line but trailed off at an angle) but was clearly readable. When I returned to the armored truck, I told the driver (my partner that day) that a young girl had offered me her phone number while I was performing my official duties. When I explained in further detail the incident, his envious feelings quickly melted away into astonished laughter.
The rest of the (true) story: When I entered the office I recognized that there was a woman doing business at the front counter. Behind the woman was an 8-10 year-old girl sitting on the carpeted floor playing with a doll. When I approached the counter to the left of the woman, the girl jumped up, walked over to me, and asked me what I was doing. Without going into detail, I explained to her that I performed pick-ups and deliveries. That's when she walked over to grab the paper and pen/pencil. As I left, she handed me what she had written down, evidently her first name and home phone number.
Of course, I never called the number but was tempted to warn the mother/caregiver that she may have an upcoming very precocious child on her hands. I hope it all worked out in the end for the little girl. Still hard to believe this took place and not sure what the young girl was thinking.
