This morning I have happened upon a theory.
I think the Culligan Man is stalking me.
This morning, as I went through my usual morning ritual of getting my coffee and reading my email, I heard a loud bang and crash in front of my house.Â I looked out in time to see the Culligan truck and the man himself unloading things from the truck and into the house across the street.Â Almost as if on queue, he looked across the street at me and waved.Â This was a little disturbing to me, not so much that somehow he knew I was watching, but that he waved and acknowledged my nosiness.Â I dismissed the incident and finished getting ready for work.
About thirty minutes later, I am making the tortuous seven minute drive to the office where I work, when, seemingly, out of nowhere a truck almost hits me.Â To my surprise it is, once again, a Culligan truck.Â To make matters worse, it is the same truck and driver that was so willing to give me a good morning wave not a full forty minutes earlier.Â I tooted my horn and he, once again, shared with me a smile and a wave.Â I had to take a moment to compose myself soas not to share a friendly “one-fingered wave” with him… he was, of course, driving a much larger vehicle that was I.
Upon getting to work, and settling into my daily routine, I pretty much put both incidents out of my mind.Â Then, about an hour after getting to work, I was rebuilding one of my employee’s BlackBerries, when I noticed a large truck stop in front of the building in which I work.Â It was, once again, the dreaded Culligan man.Â He was making a delivery to the office next to mine… or so I am being lead to believe.
I opened the door and stuck my head out to look around, and he smiled and waved at me, again.
Friends… I am under the scrutiny of a faction of some faction of either the FBI, CIA, NSA, TWA, IRA, IRS, PMS, BYOB or something that is operating a super-secret observation unit within the Culligan corporation.
The preceding was written in the spirit of jest.Â While based on real events, there is no known connection between Culligan or any government organization that the writer is aware of.Â If you are a Culligan employee and read this, please do so with the understanding that the truck in question was in the right place at the right time to be the victim of my humor. Â Â