Late at night, clicking away here at the computer, I looked through the sheer curtains of my apartment to see some sort of funky strobe light thing going off in the bank across the street.
So, you know, instead of like, silent alarm what I immediately thought was: renegade employee! Yes! Someone knows they are, for some stupid reason, getting fired in the morning!
So, YES! The next logical step is to break into the bank in the middle of the night with a super secret keypad code and plug in a disco-strobe brought along so you can get that whole Flash Dance thing going while you listen to the P. Funk All Stars and roll your nekkid body around in an assload of rich peoples� cash!
Coolest thing EVER! You go Soon To Be Fired Renegade Bank Employee!
Sadly, upon closer inspection, it turned out to be like, a city works street sweeper�s yellow warning light flashing in the reflection the bank�s window or something.
Hey. Don�t look at me like I'm the crazy. A lady can hope, can�t she?
I mean, if you worked at a bank and knew you were going to be fired, isn�t that what you would do?
Maybe the police show up. Maybe they don't.
I'm just saying.