sunset security guard
"What's goin' on, boss?"
"Hey, what's up?"
The security guard walks toward me across the top deck of a local bank's parking garage. From the far corner, I should have a clear view of the last orange glow from the sun on this Saturday evening. The parking garage is the least restrictive high place in the area; there is a twenty story bank adjacent and a four story apartment complex behind. There is a sloping field to the northeast, which is where I was originally headed to take in the evening spectacle. But from the field, the bank, the apartments, and the parking garage blocked my view. So, I walked west until I found the exterior stairwell for the parking garage.
"Do you work at this facitlity?"
"Nope"
"Well, this is private property."
"OK"
"Sir, you're not allowed to be here."
"I'm just headin' over to that corner to see if it's a good place to watch the sunset."
I hold up the camping chairs in my hand as proof of my claim.
"Sir, this is private property. You're not allowed to be here in case something happens."
"Well, I won't hold you or anyone else responsible if something happens."
"Sir, I'm gonna have to ask you to leave."
"Really?"
"Sir..."
I turn and walk back down the stairs I just climbed. I normally sympathize with blue collar work; I would hate for my job to be to tell people that they're not allowed to be in a certain place. And his employers would probably tell him that he did his job well. But that's just the problem. Why in the world do we need psuedo-authority figures defending parking garages from sunset watchers? What kind of world is this?




