Machine Gun Kelly

My office is in midtown New York City. I walk to my client almost every day. On my route there is a building that every once and a while will have what looks to be four S.W.A.T. men. They have black helmets, mirrored sunglasses and bulletproof vests. Each are armed with large automatic rifles. Two stand guard by a limousine and the other two guard the door of the building. I have no idea who warrants such protection and what said person is afraid of. I could not even tell you what the building is home to. But I do wonder about the situation.

One day on my travels I spotted the S.W.A.T. team in position. However, this time there was an elderly couple talking to one of the men. I imagined they were asking about who needed such protection so I sauntered over to overhear the conversation. When I was close enough to hear I burst out laughing. The elderly couple were asking directions.

I tried to imagine the thought process. ‘There is a nice looking young man with an automatic weapon. Surely he will give us directions.’ On the other hand maybe they were a decoy to an attack. I didn’t stay to find out.