My coworker, Adam, was around the corner talking to Dave, the security guard, when I spotted the garden cart.
Pots. Plants. Soil. Best delivery ever.
“Stay away from my trees!” Dave yelled at me.
“I’m just taking a picture,” I said, from my crouch in the corner.
“Where’s this going?” Adam asked.
“Third floor,” Dave said.
“How can I get one of these?” Adam asked.
Dave pointed toward the management office. “You’ll have to ask them.”
“Hey,” I said. “Can we grow tomatoes on the roof?”
Dave sputtered, smiled and shook his head. Again, he pointed toward the office. “You’ll have to ask them about that, too,” he said.
“You don’t have the authority on this matter?” I asked. And I knew he didn’t. But I had to ask. It never hurts to ask.