So a little after 5pm here a coworker comes running over saying he just came back in from a smoke break and this car circled the lot a few times then parked right next to my Suburban.
So I go running out there to see WTF is going on.
The kid barely cracks his window and I start going in to "this is private property and you gotta leave".
He says he's waiting for someone. Now I tell him *f-word off!
Then he starts asking me about the Suburban and if it's for sale. I told him since there isnt a for sale sign hanging on it, probably not.
This dude then proceeds to tell me how he had one and would like to find another and starts asking me questions about it. I tell him how the *f-word I am supposed to know it ain't mine.
Then he goes to leave and reverses about 50ft back then turns trying to hid his plate.
I called it in cuz at the very least they'll find some drugs in that car.
Oh I pulled the ol burban inside and now need to come up with some slick kill switch action
Mother *f-worders I tell ya.