I was cutting through the courtyard of the building I work at this morning, and from the outdoor elevator tower I hear “Mmm-mmm-mmm!” and “That’s what I’m talking about.”
I look in the direction of where it was coming from and see an older man, old enough to be my father, peeking from one side of the tower, dressed in the blue uniform of the workers that service our building.
I look again and then he’s peeking from the other side of the tower. Then he says “Hello.” Instead of returning his “hello,” I called him “strange.”
Since I believe he’s one of the workers that do maintenance for my office building, I think he’d be fairly easy to track down and report. I hope so.
Location: Georgetown area, Washington, DC