7.             Security Guard

For my words, the passenger sweetly thanked me, and then, with her few, light bags, headed into a building. However, in contrast to the passenger’s pleasant and heartfelt appreciation, the driver, when zipping back into the SUV, egotistically and snidely spouted that my driving lessons were unneeded!

At that moment in time, and as if all the world were a stage, a security car synchronously pulled up behind the SUV. So, as the first vehicle took off, I, without missing a beat, turned and walked the several steps toward the newly arrived one. Then, I engaged the guard behind the wheel and asked if he knew the identity of the SUV driver. He said both that he did and that the driver and passenger were students.

I was glad that he knew them because I wanted to tell him about the wildly reckless driving that, were it to continue, could wind up killing someone. So, after the security guard complied with my request that he turn down his two-way radio so that we could better communicate, I began my account from when I first heard the SUV’s loud music.

During my rendition, the security vehicle’s radio, even after being turned down, would, loudly enough, occasional cackle with news. When it did, I stopped speaking. The guard noticed my pausing and asked why I was intermittently stopping. My response—that I did not want to speak over his two-way—annoyed him: he retorted that he did not have the patience to wait and that I should just continue to speak. I countered, however, that it was impossible for him to pay the right attention to my report and the radio simultaneously. Hence, when a cackle again issued, I, again, paused. The security guard, angered at my not having obeyed his directive, spurted—as a Freudian slip—something like, “I Need To Listen To My Radio!” Immediately, I retorted that it was for that specific reason that I was not speaking over it!

Of course, the security guard trapped himself by his slip-of-the-tongue error. However, he did not repent and relent. Rather, he, ego roaring, frenetically said something like, “I Have No Time For This! Get Off The Campus!” Due to his egotistically wanting my submission even when he was wrong, I, then, revealed my disdain and sharply pointed out his inappropriate bias. However, due to there being little point in continuing with someone without the best interests at heart, I stopped pressed him about the SUV and obeyed his directive to march myself to the gate and leave.

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