The thing about private security...

 

It is approximately once a week, a refrigerated truck shows up delivering groceries to us.  The truck has a side door and from our front window we can see the driver enter the body of the truck and gather together everything that is on our shopping list.

Yesterday was quite windy and while the driver was gathering our stuff together, the wind blew the side door closed with him inside.  I just assumed there was a latch on the inside of the door that would allow the driver to simply push it open again.

We waited.  A long time had passed, and we grew concerned, thinking maybe we should go out and check on him.  Now it had grown uncomfortably long, so I went out the front door and walked down to the street, where the truck was parked.  I called out to the driver.  “Hello?”  There was no answer.  I stepped closer and knocked on the door that had swung closed.  No response.

I tried pulling the door open, but it felt locked or stuck.  It wasn’t budging.  My neighbor, who had apparently also been watching the activity came down and joined me.

“What now?” He asked me.

“Maybe he has had a medical emergency.  I’m not sure what to do.”

“Well, if something has happened to him, at least he won’t spoil.”

“That’s not funny.” I said, and I again banged on the door.  Still no response.

“Surely there has to be a way to open it from the inside, and it was a little funny.”

“Then why didn’t he open it himself?”

Now a neighborhood security vehicle pulled up behind the truck.

“Is there a problem here?”

“Kind of, the driver is locked inside, and we don’t know if he is alright or not.”

“Well, all I noticed it that he is parked too far from the curb.  He is blocking too much of the road.”

“You’re kidding, right?”

“I don’t joke about safety.  He needs to pull this over closer to the curb.”

“How can he do that if he’s lying unconscious inside this refrigerator?”

“Not my problem.”