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“What’s a signature going to achieve?” I ask.
“If you let me sign, you’ll find out!” he huffs like a petulant teenager, and I can’t help but laugh again.
“All right then. Have at it.” I remove my hand from the top note and watch him.
He seems relieved as he takes the stack in his hands and signs it. Then he points it at me.
“Okay, and?” I ask.
He grimaces and looks at the Post-it Note.
“I’m an inspector,” he announces and shows his signature. Again. “Look.”
I do, but if there’s something I should be seeing, I don’t know what it is. “It’s a pretty signature, but…it still doesn’t prove anything.”
“What do you mean it doesn’t prove anything? Did you look at it? Did you see my signature?” He shakes the Post-it in front of my face like a desperate man, and I can’t help but wonder what he’s even trying to accomplish.
“Yes, I did. But, like I said, it’s not proof of ID or a badge, is it?”
“Well…I don’t have my badge with me,” he snaps.
He really must be an intruder then.
“What kind of inspector forgets his badge and identification? You are not very good at this job, are you?”
He gasps.
“Excuse you! I’m very good at this job, thank you very much.”
“Doesn’t look like it.”
“I am! I’m…I’m just new. That’s it. I’m new, and I left my badge at home. Please don’t tell my superiors. They’ll fire me, and I really need this job. Like really, really.”
“You don’t say.”
“I say. I do say, indeed,” he replies, nodding like a bobblehead, and I almost feel sorry for the guy. He’s not a very good liar.
“Relax, my man. I won’t report you to your superiors,” I tell him. “I don’t even know who they are. If you let me search the database, though…I can find out. Unless you’re snooping.”
“I am not snooping,” he says before I finish my sentence.
“So, what are you doing at my desk?”
Jay Walking turns and looks at my computer, which is open on the SPAM records. The same records I wanted to look into.
Hm…
“That’s your desk?” he starts, and a smirk crosses his face. “That’s your desk! Well, Jack, I’m afraid you left your computer unlocked.”
I grimace.
Is he right? Did I do that?
“Well, I was just in the restroom,” I say.
“Ew.” He holds his hand up and cringes. “I don’t need to know what you were doing in the restroom. Thank you very much.”
“What? I was just doing what normal people do in a restroom.”
