Why, Lock-it-Man, why???
Maybe if I understood, I’d understand. Why do you lock your office door every time you leave? If you go to your friend’s office down the hall to check in about Sunday football games, you lock your door. If you go to what I guess is the bathroom, you lock your door. If you go to lunch, you lock your door. If you go to a meeting, you lock your door. If you go speak to an employee five feet from your office, you lock your door.
I can’t stand not knowing why. It’s not that I’m annoyed by it or am complaining about it, I’m just so stinkin’ curious.
What the heck is in your office? I’ve looked in there when I know you’re out of the office and I can’t see a thing that would cause you do this. I don’t see equipment or filing cabinets or anything that would make one think you required all this security.
I have no answers. I don’t even have any guesses. I give up. Not really, though, because I still wonder every time I think of you. And I want to write a song to the tune of RocketMan and sing it to you until you tell me why.
