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October 2, 2006

David: Bystander

I looked up stoically at the pair of gentlemen suddenly waving firearms at me.

One of them started, “Don’t move, Mar—“

“Wrong office,” I said simply.


“You’re looking for the PI, right? His office is 1403 West Sunset. This is 1403 East Sunset.”

The men looked at each other, then back at me. “Oh.” One scratched his head with his gun. “Um, sorry.”

“No problem. Happens all the time.”

“We’ll be on our way, then, I guess. Do us a favor, and don’t let him know we’re coming.”

“He’s never done anything for me. You boys have fun.”

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Ah, the world before MapQuest and GPS.

Posted by: Laurence Simon at October 2, 2006 12:14 PM · Permalink

David, I thought you were going to have Marlowe laughing at the idiots who didn't know that Sunset didn't have either West or East.

But your ending is better.

Posted by: Jim at October 2, 2006 12:19 PM · Permalink

You know how sometimes your phone number can be really close to a place that gets a lot of calls, like a pizza place? Which means you get a lot of wrong numbers. You're mad at the morons who can't dial a phone, but mostly you just want the guy with the number they keep misdialing to die/go out of business.

That's kinda what I was thinking of.

Posted by: David at October 2, 2006 1:48 PM · Permalink

Check before you post!