I can now tell you more about those orange dots, as one of them popped up in front or our building, making my journalism-style reporting most effortless indeed. I can also tell you the following:
As we were walking back into work, our building’s security guard stopped us to talk about the woman he’d caught on surveillance video besmirching the sidewalk with orange chalk earlier in the day. He had a theory about who it was. Given how brazenly she’d parked in the underground garage and sauntered through the lobby on the way to her vile act, he figured it was none other than Christine Allison, the president of our company. He got the first name right. But the last name was Rogers.
So now I’m in Dutch with the security guy, who went into great detail about how he thought the orange dot and the “noon” next to it meant that either a protest was about to happen or someone was announcing their intentions to blow up the building. As far-fetched as I thought the latter was, all I would say was “I’m so sorry. She also frequently leaves the garage door open at our house.”
