Much of the time it’s tedium: avoiding falling asleep and practicing stretching one’s bladder when needed. (I know, TMI.)
SO… here I am, on a ‘domestic’, doing surveillance. I hate domestics, because unlike corporations or lawyers, they don’t offer repeat business. One job and you’re done. And, most private PI firms (read clients) cannot afford teams of agents with walkie-talkies. So, it’s one lowly guy, baking in the Sun, waiting for something to happen.
And finally, something does! The couple under surveillance (the errant husband and his girlfriend) get in his car and head out. Somewhere. Perhaps a motel or a dance club (?) And off I go in cold pursuit, looking for something exciting.
And they go to the nearby Kmart. Not very exciting. And I park and follow them in. On a Saturday afternoon. Zillions of shoppers – where are THEY? OH, THERE they are! And I’m walking through the store, keeping them in sight, but at a distance. But. close enough to see if they buy condoms.
Is this fun, or what?
Of course, my focus is on the ‘happy’ couple, and I miss the other happy couple walking up to me to shake my hand! My best friends’ parents, also shopping! Not knowing I’m ‘on-the-job’.
So, it’s a perfunctory handshake, a hello and an explanation sotto voce (because the ‘happy couple’ was in earshot, that I was on-the-job and couldn’t stay and chat.)
And back to work. Back to the parking lot, the car and back to his house. (his wife (my client) was at work.) No they didn’t buy any condoms of lingerie.
Later, I called my best friend to have him alert his parents I wasn’t being rude, intentionally.
What happened? The husband got back together with his wife, and, as she’d already paid me, neglected to tell me. And later, they led me on a wild-goose chase on their dime!
At least it was some excitement for a while. At least it was on their dime.