I Don’t Think That Word Means What You Think It Means

By James Rummel

I work the midnight shift for a large company. The building where I toil contains about six thousand people during normal business hours, but is virtually uninhabited after the sun goes down. The vast parking lot outside is empty except for a few cars clustered near the employee’s entrance.

My coworker approached me last night with a tale to tell.

“You know what I saw as I was coming in? A guy in the parking lot trying to break in to a car!”

“And you know what? The security guards didn’t know about it! I walked around the …read more

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