So I'm parking my car at work last night. I see a White Audi sedan drive past me in the parking lot at a slow rate of speed. Stops in an out of the way area. Lights turn off. No one gets out. Seriously?? I just pulled in. I'm not even done parking yet. Finished parking. Go inside. Relieve my co-worker. Take off my jacket (uniform underneath). Go back out. Approach the car. (Literally no one who works in the building drives a White Audi.)
Out comes my Thrunite TT20 on Turbo. Sleeping Beauty is passed out with a grin on his face. Driver's seat flat as he could get it. Young guy. Takes awhile to wake him up. I politely inform him he's trespassing, the building is closed, and he needs to leave. He's very apologetic. Leaves right away.
I go back inside. Co-worker hasn't left yet. I see a small, black, badly torn up backpack on the chair inside the Security desk. I grab it, bring it over to him. He tells me it's not his. Been there since before the start of his shift. He heads out. I didn't bother to ask him if he inventoried the contents like we're supposed to do. (And of course, the individual who worked before his shift, didn't do it either.) So, I stand in front of the security camera that's pointed behind the lobby desk to make sure my inventory of the bag is recorded. ("Oh, you had $2,000 in cash in your bag when it was turned in to Lost & Found at the Security desk? Well, let's check the video tape. Looks like you're a filthy liar, Sir.")
For anyone wondering why we do inventory, two reasons. One, packs tend to contain expensive electronics. Two, sometimes they contain guns! This one contained several paper-notebooks, several unopened letters addressed to the very same person. Including what was blatantly a bank statement. And, a 12" Mac Book. Wonderful.... who leaves their Mac Book behind? In a dirty, disgusting, old, mini-backpack torn to shreds. I didn't even want to touch the thing. The lining inside was black too. Out came my 2AAA Powertac Sabre penlight. Lit up the inside pockets before reaching in.
I'm glad I didn't find a handgun in there. Do you realize how much extra paper-work that would be? Having to call my manager, wake him up. Having to call the NYPD. Only silver lining there is that they show up in the blink of an eye regarding any call having to do with a gun. Call them up, some dude being stomped to death outside on the street by a gang of guys. They'll show up eventually that night to look into it.