Buddy had just accosted one of the employees (or video gamers if you believed the folks at Building and Safety), telling the black-clad, messenger bag carrying guy to park somewhere else. The guy cowered, got in his black Honda and drove further down the street. We could see him making his way back up the block but he’d crossed the street to avoid further confrontation with Buddy and his big stick. Who wouldn’t?
“What did you find?” he asked.
“There’s an ad on Craig’s List looking for developers.”
“Developers of what? Hopefully not housing, ‘cuz look at that thing. If they want clients to think they have good taste, they shouldn’t be operating out of that.”
“Software developers,” I said. “And there was another ad for copywriters.”
“So do they build websites? That would fit,” Buddy said. “I don’t really care. I just want them gone.”
“They could be building websites but I just took it to mean they’re doing something online. Maybe coming up with a new way to spam us. Or maybe all the employees are hackers, stealing our credit card information. The parent company is called Red Rhino and they’re based in Colorado.”
Buddy snarled. “If they’re responsible for killing rhinos, they not only need to be shut down, they need to be shot.”
“If they’re selling rhino horn to rich, misinformed assholes who think it’s going to turn them into great lovers, we’ll take ’em all down. But I bet they’re just trying to capitalize on the strength of the animal by creating an Internet brand name.”
“Anyway, if it’s an Internet company, that would explain why it’s so difficult to prove what’s going on in there. It also explains why the employees are carrying messenger bags; they all have laptops.”
“Can you print out what you found?” Buddy asked. “You know, something that lists the address with the name Red Rhino?”
“Already did that but is it enough evidence to shut them down? We’ve already learned not to expect logic and reason from the boys at Building & Safety. Just when we think they can’t get any stupider, they do.”
I smiled back at him. “But if they don’t shut them down this time, I’m going to start blogging about the whole thing. Maybe we can embarrass our elected and appointed officials into doing what they’re supposed to do.”
Another car pulled up, right in front of us and a 25 year-old young woman got out, messenger bag in tow.
“Park down the street,” said Buddy. “Your boss should have told you not to park in front of my house.”
The girl looked frightened, got back in her new red Juke and drove off.
“You’re very effective, Buddy. Maybe you should just scare them all into never coming back.”
A small smile formed on his lips. “Don’t think I haven’t thought of it.”