It's 5AM. Even Kroger is closed. I woke up forty-five minutes ago to my cell phone ringing. Always a bad sign. First thought that runs through my head is "And I'm out of
ing coffee."
Carla from Siemens security, "David? We have a glass breakage alarm at your location. Police have been dispatched, they're requesting a keyholder."
. But what else could it possibly be? I toss on the clothes I wore last night, as quietly as possible to avoid waking my girlfriend, I'll call her right around when my alarm is going off, so that she knows I'm gone, and I run out here to meet the Deputy. I'm leaving a beautiful woman in my bed to talk shop with the officer on night duty in the rough area of town.
I speed almost the entire way on the way to my location, probably the only time I have an extenuating circumstance good enough to get out of it if I get caught. As I drive I'm reminded of the last break-in. Two weeks ago. I wonder if it's the same people. It probably is, since when I arrive, the same pane of glass is broken by another chunk of concrete. It's even the same size.
But this time I foiled them. After the last break-in, and the merchandise that was taken (which I can't comment on given the ongoing investigation) I requested a laminate glass. You know, that spiderwebs instead of shattering through.
The bastards never got into my store.
I walk it anyway, to make sure they didn't hit any other locations, back door, whatever. It's tight as Richard Simmons shorts. Thank God. Thank Dupont.
Who's happy here? The insurance company isn't, they have to buy a new pane of glass. The Police aren't, they had an extra alarm call. The shopping center isn't, they're gonna hear it from my real estate department, and probably have to lower rent at the end of the lease. The glass guy isn't, sure he's making double time to come out this early, but he didn't want to leave bed either. The crackheads aren't, they got out of bed for nothing.
And me? I'm still out of
ing coffee.

Carla from Siemens security, "David? We have a glass breakage alarm at your location. Police have been dispatched, they're requesting a keyholder."

I speed almost the entire way on the way to my location, probably the only time I have an extenuating circumstance good enough to get out of it if I get caught. As I drive I'm reminded of the last break-in. Two weeks ago. I wonder if it's the same people. It probably is, since when I arrive, the same pane of glass is broken by another chunk of concrete. It's even the same size.
But this time I foiled them. After the last break-in, and the merchandise that was taken (which I can't comment on given the ongoing investigation) I requested a laminate glass. You know, that spiderwebs instead of shattering through.
The bastards never got into my store.
I walk it anyway, to make sure they didn't hit any other locations, back door, whatever. It's tight as Richard Simmons shorts. Thank God. Thank Dupont.
Who's happy here? The insurance company isn't, they have to buy a new pane of glass. The Police aren't, they had an extra alarm call. The shopping center isn't, they're gonna hear it from my real estate department, and probably have to lower rent at the end of the lease. The glass guy isn't, sure he's making double time to come out this early, but he didn't want to leave bed either. The crackheads aren't, they got out of bed for nothing.
And me? I'm still out of
