I think of a million things to write about throughout the day, only some make it to the blog. Not necessarily the best, just what sticks it my head long enough for me to actually sit down and write.
I went to the bank today on lunch break. The bank is on the corner and outside the glass doors there is a guy fiddling with wires coming out of the wall of the bank. He is talking into a cell phone, wearing jeans and a t-shirt and has a small box at his feet. He doesn’t look at all official but no one blinks. In downtown Chicago, no one in our terrorist crazed society says a word. I go inside the bank and notice the security guard is sitting so the man outside is just out of his view. I’m fairly sure I can get in and out of the bank without dying and I am interested in this whole process so I say nothing. I get my check deposited and leave. The man is still there when I leave.
It kind of makes you wonder just how much you can get away with if you act like you are supposed to be there.