We have a security guard on each of floors - not unusual for South-East Asia. In Indonesia, the more proactive ones will lead foreigners from the lift and open the door for us- easing us through the confusion.
My floor's security guard is proactive and gentle and this morning he had a new accessory hanging from his belt: handcuffs.
Everyone needs to swipe their badge before entering the office and there is a "no tailgating" rule. Perhaps he's going to step up the compliance?
Or maybe he tells his wife and kids that he's off to fight some serious crime (rioting mall nannies and the like). Imagine their disappointment when they pay a surprise visit to Dad's work - like when Marge Simpson paid an impromptu visit to her father and realised--as he strapped on an apron and started pushing the trolley down the aisle--that he wasn't the pilot.
As far as I'm concerned, handcuffs should be left in the bedroom where they belong and I'm going tell him this while he's choking and cuffing me in the doorway.
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