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sense of adventure anymore? By the time I<br />
made it to the location it had taken half<br />
an hour.<br />
The coordinates led to a corner house,<br />
not an office as I had assumed. As I<br />
approached I slowed down to scout the<br />
site more thoroughly. Rock and dirt yard,<br />
a few big cacti scattered about. A couple<br />
nectarine trees. And an old woman looking<br />
right at me.<br />
I guess I hadn’t really thought this<br />
might be a customer’s house. In that<br />
moment, however, it crossed my mind.<br />
I’ll admit that I slightly panicked. My<br />
advice is that if ever you find yourself<br />
in a similar circumstance, try to act<br />
casually. Maybe toss a smile at the old<br />
woman, or even just throw her a normal<br />
look and follow it up with a drive-off<br />
type move. Immediately ducking your head<br />
below window level and peeling out in<br />
what happens to be a school zone tends<br />
to be conspicuous, and perhaps counter<br />
to your original intention of avoiding<br />
notice.<br />
Still, it had taken me thirty minutes<br />
with traffic. The way back home only<br />
took twenty-five. Assuming I hadn’t been<br />
reported to the Phoenix police, the trip<br />
was helpful.<br />
I decided to leave at 9:55 PM – to<br />
make sure I was prompt. Two vehicles<br />
were already waiting. One appeared to be<br />
an SUV, looking golden in the glow of<br />
the tiny garage bulb. As I pulled in,<br />
I glanced at the plates. Sure enough<br />
FLMINGO had arrived. But who was KLJ 873?<br />
FLMINGO approached my van. “Are you<br />
Matthew?” I was. She directed me to pull<br />
up parallel to KLJ 873 and join her in<br />
the garage. Within, I couldn’t help but<br />
notice the variety of display pieces:<br />
Flamingos, Pigs, Penguins, Storks,<br />
Bats, Rabbits, Hearts, Sports Balls of<br />
all sorts, Dinosaurs, Stars, Circles,<br />
Shamrocks, Tombstones, Smiley Faces, and<br />
Fish – to name a few. So this was indeed<br />
home-base – not a customer’s house. The<br />
old woman must have been all part of the<br />
cover.<br />
“Both of you; welcome to Flamingos By<br />
Night. You passed my first test: finding<br />
this place.”<br />
KLJ 873 and I looked at each other.<br />
In that moment I realized something: You<br />
know what doesn’t look good with dark<br />
curly-wavy surfer-type hairdos? Really fat<br />
people. Nor, I immediately recognized, the<br />
middle-aged. While employers may not be<br />
allowed to discriminate based on oldness,<br />
hair-dressers should be required.<br />
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Alright, alright. I’ve been told<br />
I get judgmental when competing for<br />
a job. But ever since I lost out on<br />
previous employment to a girl whose<br />
only qualifications were her ‘floatation<br />
devices,’ I’ve become a tad embittered.<br />
(It was lifeguard duty in Texas. Why the<br />
city couldn’t supply the floatations,<br />
I have no idea. I still hold a grudge<br />
against El Paso Park District #11.)<br />
I seized the initiative and introduced<br />
myself to fatso. But I wanted to use a<br />
code-name, like FLMINGO. I choose MATHEW<br />
(Note the single ‘T’). He countered with<br />
Chandler.<br />
A character from Friends? So much for<br />
originality.<br />
FLMINGO continued, “Tonight we’re<br />
delivering a flock of flamingos and a halfflock<br />
of giant lips. We call them flocks.<br />
And when you receive a flock, we say<br />
‘You’ve been flocked.’ And when you’ve<br />
been flocked, we refer to you as the<br />
Flockee. Our flocks are very well trained.<br />
They never wander off. They don’t poop in<br />
your yard. They won’t tear up your grass<br />
or nibble on your fruit trees.”<br />
FLMINGO had clearly been in the field<br />
for too long, her perceptions skewed<br />
by twelve years working the valley. In<br />
her mind, these plastic animals and<br />
shapes were alive. To her, there was no<br />
difference between flesh and blood and<br />
plastic and kitsch. I applauded Command’s<br />
decision to limit FLMINGO to training<br />
missions.<br />
FLMINGO handed KLJ 873 (I won’t bother<br />
to use his lame code-name) and I a few<br />
cheat-sheets. We learned how to pack<br />
boxes, which pens belonged to which<br />
flocks, how many to group in each type of<br />
flock. Customers pick and choose their<br />
flocks. In addition they get a custom<br />
sign (Custom means that we velcro black<br />
letters onto a white sign) and a custom<br />
card (Custom means we use a black pen on<br />
a pink slip). Tonight’s was a ‘Thank You’<br />
Mission. And as everyone knows, nothing<br />
says ‘Thank You’ like flamingos and lips.<br />
“We once delivered a flock of pigs to<br />
a house, and the card read ‘I’m going<br />
to make you squeal and snort!’ Can you<br />
believe it?”<br />
It’s sad when an agent goes. Years of<br />
service had boiled down to this. Now,<br />
seeing FLMINGO, her mind still in her<br />
glory-day missions of the Cold-War, well,<br />
that’s a risk every Agent must face sooner<br />
Traveler