So I get a radio call from Super-Visor to return to the office most ricky-tick or fast of whatever slang he is using this week.  When I get there, see this older guy siting askew in a chair. Super-Visor announces all seriously that the gentleman was attacked and robbed in our parking lot and that he barely made it to the office requesting that paramedic be called (only paramedics? Ding!)

I interview the gent and he explains that he was walking on his way home cutting though our parking lot when he got attacked from behind. he fall flat on his face, kept getting pounded and felt how somebody ripped his wallet off. When he came to, he saw 2 Bravo Males walking away: one with jeans and a red shirt and the other with black pants, black shirt that had “I heart NY” on the chest area (Ding!)

“Sir, which way did they go?” I ask. “I don’t know. I didn’t see them” (Ding-ding-ding!)

Police & paramedics arrive and they start doing what they do while I give the guy a deeper examination. I have to say that we must give a bonus to our grounds-keeping people because we have the cleanest parking lot in South Florida because the brand new shirt the victim was immaculate and without a single speck of the usual dirt and debris….so by know it is not longer Ding! but Quasimodo doing Carol of The Bells at Notre Dame.  I pull Super-Visor to the side and inform him that the guy is full of bovine excreta and probably some junkie wanting a free fix from the paramedic. Super gets all huffy and puffy saying I shouldn’t be so judgmental and cynic.  Of course, not five minutes later, paramedics tell us the guy shows no signs of attack and he is probably faking it up to get a shot of morphine,  courtesy of the county.

They loaded Mr. “I’ve Been Attacked and I don’t know where they went” in the “boolance” (Yes, I read them blogs too, Where do you think I got the Sumdood?) and left our place.

Knowing that I had my first Sumdood (2) made me feel warm/fuzzy even if it was not that sexy. Now where do I get my patch?