Get In The Car Jack

Friday night, end of the week, coming back from the airport where I went to send back friends to the old continent. On the way home I stop at a robot (traffic light) at the corner of Bowling avenue and South Road. Sigh! I’m tired.

There is a man sitting on he sidewalk barefoot, he’s holding a piece of paper folded so that it forms a cylinder; I look at him waiting for a sign from him, expecting him to beg or sell me something but he doesn’t. I look at him for a moment while he stairs back at me, motionless. Then he gets up, walks towards me (right front door) and passes on the side of the car to get around it. I find it a little odd as at that time there was only one other car and it was at the same level as mine, front line on the starting line. Vroum, vroum.

I keep following him in my rear mirrors, until he gets to the other side of the vehicle, approaching the back left door. The robot turns greens, I look again in the rear mirror when accelerating, and I see him going for the door nob and trying to open. He missed it as I was already on the move but the car was locked anyway.

I am still wondering whether he wanted to jump in and threaten me with a concealed weapon (may be inside the folded paper) or if he wanted to grab and steal something inside the car. If he wanted the former, then why go all around the car and not try to get in from the door right behind me? If he wanted the latter then he would have seen while marauding around the trunk that the back seat was absolutely empty (not even a empty bottle of water on the floor). Puzzling. We’ll never know… Or may be unfortunately I will.