This is the second article in the "I really need to move" series. There are many reasons why I need to move, but I only blog about the really juicy ones.
So tonight, after a movie with my gals, I had to run a few errands and thus didn't make it home until about 11:00 pm. No biggie. I've arrived home later than that before. This time though, I pull into the parking lot and I see a car idling and two people standing next to it like they are having a conversation with the person sitting inside the car. As I get closer, I see that one of the people is a police officer/security guard and as I slow down to pass him, he pulls out his baton from behind his back like he's getting ready for me to attack or something. I'm still in my car. What good is a baton going to do you if I decide to do you harm with my car? Anyways, I get a parking spot and the idling car pulls away and the security guard...let's name him Andy...walks over and as I'm crossing the parking lot, walks with me. I say hello and I'm friendly, I don't like awkward stranger situations, and Andy asks me which gate I'm going in. Then he proceeds to tell me, "Yeah, there's been some break-ins of cars. There's some strange people out. We had a guy that was stalking womens, but we took care of that last night." Great!!! I just kind of smiled and said, "Oh." Andy then walked me to the gate and said goodnight. I guess he feels that he is only responsible for what happens outside the gate in the parking lot, because surely no bad guys can get in these super secure gates!
So, here are a few things that I don't think Andy picked up on in security guard school:
1) Your job is not to frighten people, but to make them feel safe.
2) Just because a car drives by you slowly, doesn't mean they are asking for a fight, it just means that they don't want to run you over.
3) Bad guys can figure out gate codes too.
4) It's women, not womens. (That one should have come from elementary school.)
But in all seriousness, I am truly, truly, truly grateful that my apartment complex cares enough about it's tennants to have a security guard (I have seen them patroling the parking lot and complex before). I am truly, truly, truly grateful that they caught the womens stalker. And I am truly, truly, truly grateful that Andy is alert and aware of everything that is going on and that he walked me (at least) to the gate.