He pulled up against the curb and parked. In his rear view he saw that there was a security guard walking toward his car and then realized that maybe he wasn't supposed to park there. But never mind, he figured. Normally in a situation like this he'd just take the ticket. It involved handing it to his secretary and the matter would be resolved. Ten dollars he would never miss would disappear from one of his accounts and he wouldn't even know when. He paid somebody to know when. Paid them to stress out over it so he didn't have to. And there's a certain beauty to the arrangement whereby someone's family is fed and all this person has to do is chew on the nuts and bolts of boring numbers - numbers in such supply that they had finally just become tedious. Success, was the word for it. But that is not what he was thinking about at the moment. He was thinking that the security guard who was approaching, the security guard who was now tapping on his driver's side window, was familiar. He knew him, but he never knew him to be so goddamn pushy. To have the balls to tap in his (MY) fucking window. “Sir you will have to move your car.” “I'll only be ten minutes.” “And that will be just long enough for us to tow the vehicle. And I'd be happy to give you the phone number to where we'll take it if it pleases you to not move your car......Sir.” “Who the fuck are...............” he was about to ask when there was a tap on the passenger side window. The situation had taken a different shape. It had been lifted out of the security guard's hands. And the guard was glad about it. It was fun and all to push and pull a little, but not his job. Someone else would be explaining how profoundly things had changed in the gentleman's absence. Sir.