A few minutes before my last post, I was standing outside my office having a cigarette. I was standing there watching the world go by when I see FIB pull into the parking lot. At first I panicked. Was she here about the blog? Did she find out somehow? I quickly dismissed the idea. This is a busy place. People come through here all the time. Maybe she's even here to visit my office. Wouldn't that be a hoot?
And then I realized I'd left my blog open at my desk. In lovely half-inch high white letters, my computer displayed "The Legend of Queen-Sized First Nations Not Nice Person, part 8" for the whole world to see. Or at least those parts of the world that might pass my desk.
I dashed inside to close that tab and then went to the windows to see where she was going. She sat in her car for at least 15 minutes, presumably talking with the gentleman in her passenger seat. Eventually he got out and started walking toward the insurance office on the other side of the lot. She stayed in the car. He returned a few minutes later and they drove away.
I don't think she even noticed me. I really dodged a bullet with that one. But I can't help feeling a little sad for the great blog fodder I just missed.