I don't really care much for most of the guards at work. They seem either too crabby or too self-important or both. But there is one older man, Leo, whom I've always liked. He's friendly and has a wealth of stories. He took this job in retirement to give him something to do after working at the brewery most his life. We usually exchange pleasantries as I head out the door three nights a week.
As I was leaving last night, I couldn't shake the feeling like I was forgetting something.
Did I leave my cell phone on my desk? No, I had that. I went over my mental checklist and couldn't find anything missing.
I passed the guards' desk and turned to say good night to Leo.
"You look like you've forgotten something!" He warned.
"I feel like I forgot something!! How did you know that?!" I replied.
"You just have that look on your face like. Bill, in there, he always has that look because he forgets his cell phone. Do you have yours?"
"That's what I thought I was missing, but I grabbed it!" I was astonished.
"Well, you just make sure you didn't forget anything and have a great night!" Leo said with a wave.
I waved back and told him to have a great night, too.
Either he can read minds, or he's really good at his job.
