The Trouble with a Runaway Mind
James finally agreed to a sweet spot at the very edge of the bare landing overlooking a rather lush plot of greenery. Jutting his legs out from the edge of the building, James slowly but cautiously, sat himself down at the very spot where the unfinish part of the construction ends. Thank goodness for strict safety rules working here, railings ran all around the edge of every floor, particularly helpful to prevent splitting heachaches. Literally. He chuckled at the morbid absurdity of himself actually trying to rationalise a more realistic possible scenario, with outcome which basically involves :
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1) Involves late night workers.
2) Being “Rear Window”-ed by someone none related.
3) His “suspicious action” wasn’t left unseen.
4) Misreading leads to jumping to conclusion.
5) The cops would come in charging and chaos will ensue.
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Meanwhile James, sadly, will have not a single clue till the very last second and a brief moment, someone just didn’t like how he was sitting finnaly when he felt settled down. Even felt sorry they had to see the ordeal and sent the swats on him. That would be the cherry on top of a that perfect storm cake. Suddenly James laughed out loud at the thought if how funny it would be filling the release report and papers with the closing bit:
I, James Trebek Ryan, am with sound mind and no emotional trauma, was purely misunderstood and in turn will also not press charges against said person who reported on me, as it was an honest mistake as i was just hanging around just to kill time, not himself. Geez..
The crowd, fell silent accept for a chuckle or two by those who still found him amusing. Pretty sure James was glad he kept his day job.