As a general rule, when a large black van pulls up next to you in an empty parking lot at four in the morning and three large men jump out, it is not a good thing.
In fact, I’m willing to wager that 99 percent of the time, when that happens, you are probably going to endure some sort of physical pain.
Fortunately, I’m one of the one-percenters.
There I was, four o’clock this morning, in an empty parking lot in Merriam, working on some editing stuff, when the van pulled up. I could see the smoke rolling out as the door opened and the large men jumped out. I briefly peed and began to wonder how far my brown dress shoes from target would get me if I took off running.
Then, one of the men spoke.
“We listen to you every morning dude! We wanna be interviewed for the radio!”
I’m sure these men were harmless, but I wasn’t about to take chances.
If a crime boss tells you you owe him a favor, you don’t argue over details. And when large men jump out of a van at you and want to be on the radio, you put them on the radio.
Case closed.