Face to face with The MAN

[gridlore]

After a rather gray and mundane day of dropping pods, I was chilling at the warehouse, waiting for my eight hours to pass so I could go home. Then came a knock at our front door, and a voice asking for me.

Oh, yeah, I had agreed to be interviewed as part of a thing for darthgeek.

In comes a youngish Asian guy in a pretty bad suit, who flashes credentials in my face. FBI.

We sit. And chat.

Y'all be happy to know I did not once give into my urge to make snarky comments to some really insipid questions.

Hopefully, my answers helped.

Comments

[drewkitty.livejournal.com]

Obviously we work in different businesses.

"Sir, would you mind if I take a good look at your credential? Thanks. Sir, please excuse me, I need to make a few phone calls."

FBI FIeld Office: "Hi, one of your agents is out here talking to me. True? Y/N? Y? Thanks."

Client: "I've got some guy from FBI here, mind if I talk to him, or would you rather have the honors?"

FBI Guy: "Well, your office says you're good, and the client doesn't mind, so what can I help you with?" -or- "Well, you should really talk to [CLIENT] because they make those kinds of decisions." -or- "I'm sorry, but I'm not exactly sure what I can help you with. Do you have a subpoena or a warrant?" -or- (haven't done this one yet) "That's a very nice [forged] credential. May I see it again? [POCKET and leave room, hitting panic button on the way out.]"

[drewkitty.livejournal.com]

Hoover would spin in his grave at high torque if he knew that an FBI agent was wearing a poorly tailored suit.

[cmdr-zoom.livejournal.com]

With or without garters and stockings?