Joe Friday’s boss contacted me last week. Said that he needed my help.
“Friday will be retiring one of these days,” he confided, “and we’ve been thinking that we should capture some of his tips and wisdom that could be helpful to new agents. I believe that, because of your unique relationship to Friday, you are in the best position to do this for us.”
He then offered me the position of “Agency analyst pro-tem”, no benefits and, after standard deductions, no take home pay. He then explained that the Agency had arranged for Friday’s humans to be traveling to Georgia for five days. I would be given a spy cam and it was my job to document the legend that is Joe Friday.
And so it starts:
Lucky came over to let me know that she had been updated on my status.
She actually let me pet her. She really tried to make nice, but it was just too much for her.
Later, after I was all tucked in for the night, Lucky jumped up on the bed, saw me and froze.
Then hissed at me and bolted out of the room.