Got in the lift after work, and was heading down to the carpark.
In steps two guys. Guy A, and Guy B, also called Army dude. Army dude was wearing a full combat uniform. That's how I knew he was an Army dude.
Guy A and Army dude look at the lift buttons, undecided about which button to press.
Guy A murmurs "I can't quite recall where we parked"
Army dude replies "Let's just get off at the next floor and see if it looks familiar"
My mind started formulating witty remarks
"Tanks are only allowed to park at B1 so that's where you'd be"
"Still looking for Bin Laden are we?"
"Found those WMDs yet ?"
"Geez. No wonder Iraq's such a mess"
Thankfully the brain-to-mouth filter was working at that particular moment.
Or I might have had to perform some unarmed combat - As in he'd rip off my arms and I'd try to kick him in the shin, miss and fall over bleeding to death.
