Raise the Hammer

Further to Adrian's comment about the sad fate of Josef K. here's what happened at literally the moment I clicked SEND for Ryan to edit the above essay. I work in a secluded spot and it's easy to get sloppy about locking our vehicles in the office parking lot. Just as I was relaxing in my chair in a "glad-THAT'S-finished" posture, a co-worker walked in and informed me that he'd just come into the parking lot and noticed that there was a police officer sitting in my car. (For the record, I sit by the doorbell of the building and it had not rung.) My co-worker naturally approached the officer and asked if there was anything wrong. The officer answered that he'd noticed an open window, and this is often the sign of a stolen vehicle, and in any case, it was raining and he thought he'd best wind it up. Granted it's a Toyota Echo (see photo above) with crank windows, but I personally have never needed to be fully seated to wind the window up. If you remember monday morning you'll know I would have driven to work in fairly heavy rain and it seems unlikely I'd have driven up with a window opened more than a crack. This investigation happened several hours later and there was no wet upholstery when I went down to the car to see if there was anything worth a photo essay (it all looked the same inside, the usual disaster of CDs and expired parkade slips, empty coffee cups and crumpled google-maps printoffs). My coworker says he informed the officer that the owner of the car was in the building and the officer returned to his own vehicle and drove off. I can only attribute the occupation of my Toyota Echo to a licence plate search which flagged myriad suspious, if not actually illegal, activities on the part of the registrant. I have no way of knowing. I believe the appropriate word is Kafkaesque. This morning I locked all the doors.