You Can't Scare ME, Bucko!

There I was in 'Podunk' - a name I call some of the itsy bitsy rural towns I have to go to, and the guy I was watching was drinking with some of his good-old-boy friends. He was, as we say in the PI biz, 'hinky'. That is, he had suspicions he was being watched.

After hours of taping him showing off for the camera, he took his buddies and left in his F-150. There they went, hootin' and hollerin' down the road. I stayed put.

Lo and behold, 5 minutes later, he and his buddies returned and parked 2" from my driver's door. Out his head came as he said, "Whatchya doin' Missy? Wanna see more of me? ha! ha! ha!" And of course, his inebriated buddies thought it was hilarious. I ignored him, and after a few minutes of taunting me, he backed up his truck and pealed out. Then he came back, parked and walked over.

Still, I ignored him, but got out my cell phone. I called the local police, explained my problem and then kept the phone to my ear. Knock, knock, knock on my window. Still I ignored him which angered him.

The police showed up and just before they arrived, good-old-boy pealed out in his truck and turned a fast left on the next road.

What a dope. Guess he didn't realize I was a trained professional and he didn't scare me one bit. Of course, he did agitate me, so I made sure the officer had his license plate number. Ha!

2009 Spy Sally