So this lady calls the shop and after speaking with a tech decides to have her car towed in for a look-see. She needs it tonight as she’s “spying on employees”. Well, she’d less likely be detected in a vehicle other than her own, you’d think. Like a shop loaner, for example.
Of course, general principles dictate that we now try to fix it tonight. 
Just thought I’d share.
What does TMI stand for? Too Many Idiots? Poor nano. Did you try to explain to her how much more undercover she would be in a different car? Who feels they need to spy on their employees? What sort of work are they doing that she could detect anything by sitting in a car? Who would admit that they were spying on their employees? Boy, I would like to meet this lady. Maybe you should have offered to do the undercover job for her in your car. 
Whoa, there, Cynth! Chill thee. 
TMI stands for “too much information”. In this case loose lips sink ships, I’m afraid. We’re still awaiting her arrival amid a general rubbing of hands.
Do I qualify now as cruel and evil?
Cruel and evil? 
And my lips are sealed!!! Oh this is exciting! (I bet she has a mink coat.) Consider me chilled. Really.
If she does, I’m gonna plotz.
Curses. She just called up and cancelled; one of her subalterns probably clued her in on the basics of surveillance under cover. She sounded like a real freight train, though.
Move along, everyone. Nothing to see here.
sigh
Darn. I wanted to know, too.
My uncle has a delighful expression kinda like “She sounded like a real freight train”…he refers to such a woman as a “belt drive.” Hehe.
Belt drive! Good one.
Tell her you need to take it on an extended test drive . . . she can spy better if you’re driving.
When I worked at another hospital here, it was at night and in an office on the first floor of a building across a large parking lot from the main hospital. Our windows were only about 2 feet above the ground, but they were screened by an oleander hedge (poisonous flowering shrubs dripping with fuzzy orange and black caterpillars). As the building was in a rather unsafe area downtown, the exterior was well-lit and there were cameras trained on all four sides of it. There was also a guard mounted on the roof of the hospital with binoculars.
One evening, the phone rang. It was the security guard who was up on the roof.
“This is Doug.” he said “Don’t look around and don’t say anything–just slam your window shut, close the blinds, and then come back to the phone!”
Thinking we were under attack from drug dealers, and unable to see out because it was dark, I turned around, slammed the window, locked it, and dropped the venetian blinds down as fast as I could. I heard a muffled “FU! SOB**” and some scrabbling about in the gravel under the oleanders outside the window. “GD! F*K!” Truly foul.
Picking up the phone again, I heard him say “Spectacular! Can you hear the sound effects?” I could hear exclamations of glee coming across his radio, apparently from other guards who could see the situation.
“Yes! What is it? Drug dealers?” I whispered.
“No, your supervisor just drove up in her car, parked across the street, and crawled up to your window between the building and the oleanders. She was crouched under your window with her nose right up in it when you slammed it. She fell backward into the oleanders, and now she’s jumping around on the other side of them trying to get the caterpillars out of her top and, from the looks of it, she’s wet her pants.”
Later, he stopped by to tell us that she spied on employees regularly, but they’d never had an insider operative to slam the window. They were afraid the other employees would rat on them, but they had absolute faith that I’d participate joyously.
The supervisor never mentioned it. 
That was a great story. I never get to have any fun like that. sniff
It seems to me that a supervisor who spies on her employees must have a screw loose. I guess if one thought some sort of theft was going on at night, one might try to find a way of photographing it so it wouldn’t just be your word against someone else’s. But even then I think I would hire a respected professional to do the job. If the work isn’t getting done, then fire whoever should get canned. Otherwise, leave everyone alone.
Oh, now I’ll never know if that lady had a mink coat. It’s the wrong season to wear it I guess. Maybe you could check all the fur storage companies in town and see if she has a mink stored somewhere. I can just see her in her mink and high heels and dinner ring peeping in on her employees.
You are very brave, Lamby!
Didn’t you know, Cynth? It’s always the right season for mink.
Minneapolis, August, Mink…ah, sure…
youse guys got that central air conditioning stuff, huh?
It’s all about seeing and being seen when you’re traversing the skyway system.
Marvelous tale! I just love a happy ending. Don’t remember if orange and black caterpillars sting or not; when I grew up in S. Fla. there were some fuzzy black ones and green ones that did, and those awful saddleback caterpillars that stung like bastards. One can only hope that some of those were in the oleanders too. Your supervisor was a ‘belt drive’ if ever there was one. However, not sure if you weren’t in more danger from the guys on the roof with binoculars. 
It might be time to stop by one of those city things… It has been a while.
As a card-carrying city thing, myself, I can assure you that the reality is that those folks just don’t have anything better to do. Goodness knows they could be whistling.
Ah! Then I’ll pass on it. Maybe I’ll just noodle about on the flute.
Lambchop WINS!!!
The official Flyingcursor Best Post in a Thread Award.
valid until someone else posts one I like better.
OMFG!!!ROTFLMFAO!!!
This is even funnier 'cause I am someones boss! (no, i dont spy on them) 