The doorbell rang and I looked up to see the same gentleman walk back in. I was wondering if I had forgotten something when I met him at the register.
“I just wanted you to know,” he said pointing towards the door, “There’s a woman out there ripping up your signs.”
He seemed a little nervous, apparently, she had just appeared in our parking lot out of nowhere.
“Okay thank you for letting us know.” I told him.
He left again and I caught a glimpse of the pharmacist who looked a little alarmed.
“It’s okay,” I told her, picking up the phone.
This particular lady was kind of famous for making trouble around town every now and again. So, it was no surprise to me when the gentlemen told me what he saw. I didn’t need to see her, just by the description I knew it was her.
The dispatcher on the other end asked what my emergency was, and I calmly told her, that the lady was outside ripping our signs out of the ground. She told me someone was on their way and I hung up the phone. We grabbed our stuff and headed for the door. I glanced outside before we left, and the lady was no where to be found. When the pharmacist locked the door, we all headed for our cars. It was getting dark by then; the parking lot was practically empty.
I was halfway across the parking lot when I remembered the guy that owned the chiropractor’s office beside us, usually worked late and by himself. When I mentioned it to the other tech, we both stopped in the middle of the parking lot. Although the lady was only messing with our signs, she had been known to be violent. Personally, I like sleeping at night, so I turned around and headed towards his office. I was sure he could take care of himself, but I couldn’t leave without making sure he was okay.
When we entered his office, it was empty. He normally sat in a chair at the front window and greeted guests when they walked in. But this time, he wasn’t there. We called out but there was no answer. Crap. I walked slowly towards the window, every scary movie I had ever seen, replayed in my head. If I looked over that counter and he was lying there, I’d probably faint. There would be no sport in killing me. I’d just faint or have a heart attack beforehand.
I peered over the counter as the other tech hovered behind me. To my delight, he wasn’t laying there in the floor. But where was he? I turned to the other tech in confusion. Maybe he was in the back working. But there were no customers. It was dead silent. He would have heard me call for him if he had been inside.
“Should we leave?” The girl asked me.
I opened my mouth to answer her, only to squeal when someone appeared behind me.
The chiropractor stood behind the counter smiling.
“What’s up,” he asked.
“We were just checking to make sure you were still alive,” I answered a little rattled.
“Well that’s sweet of you.”
He giggled to himself as he laid some signs down on the counter.
“I went outside to get my signs; someone was ripping them up out of the ground.”
“We heard,” I told him.
We said our goodbyes and headed out the door. Only to find our pharmacist frantically circling the parking lot, looking for us.
“Where did you go,” she shouted out her window.
“We were checking on the chiropractor,” The other technician answered.
“You scared me!”
The pharmacist was going to say something else but was cut off when three cop cars shot into the parking looking of the grocery store across the street. It was then I caught sight of the lady walking across the parking lot, away from the grocery store. The cop cars came in so fast, I thought they were going to run her over. In seconds, they had surrounded her with the cars. All three cops jumped out of their cars, yelling at her. One grabbed her and slammed her up against the hood.
“Geez!” I cried out.
I said she was ripping out signs, not spines! What’s the deal?
It seemed a bit much if you asked me. They put her in the car and whisked her away. I found out the next day, that after she had ripped up the signs in our complex, she walked across the street and went into the grocery store; where she proceeded to knock over a whole display case and punch a customer in the face.
Noted. I see the cause for all the alarm now.