BOO!

I love scaring people....you know, startling some innocent fool. Anyway, I walked out of the building I work at tonight and waited around the entrance/exit for the parking garage under the building (I hadn't parked there myself this evening). I knew Andre would be pulling out soon since we parted ways in the hallway when he went down the elevator to the garage.

So I am standing there trying not to look conspicuous along the wall that blocked me from the garage entrance/exit, waiting for the annoying buzzer sound that alerts potential pedestrain casualties that someone is pulling out. He soon pulled out and stopped before entering the road so I ran up and started pounding on his passenger window. Then I chuckled at the look of surprise on his face and continued walking to my own car nearby (despite what Andre will tell you about the endless trek, it is only a half mile walk).

As I walked away, I thought to myself. Self, what if he would have gotten so startled that he gunned it into the street without checking to be sure it was clear (which it wasn't by the way)? I probably would have felt bad about that one.