Business on the street

Guy pulled up thirty feet ahead of where we were parked, kickstand bicycle for a minute or two to adjust his gloves.  I hoped. 

Few minutes later Mary Jane starts to raise concern.  Scary looking guy, kind of nervous, fidgety.  Adjusting his pants and backpack, pacing around a little.  We back out and go around the block.

His corner.  We were parked in a slot across from the Everett transit station waiting to meet a client who couldn't quite pull the trigger on buying something in FSM but contacted Mary Jane later.
  

Oh its so wonderful how about I'll meet you half way to pick it up.

Halfway to our house from Capitol Hill is surprisingly far out of town.  Nearly Marysville.  Why not met at WINCO.  Well lit, safe parking lot and I needed to pick up a couple things for tomorrows dinner anyway.  Too far.

Ok, how about Everett Transit station.  Probably well lit with easy short-term parking, lots of people coming and going in the early evening.  Should be safe.  Maybe not. 

Fifty yards up from bicycle man wasn't quite as well lit but we didn't see anyone lurking in the shadows.  The client wasn't five minutes behind.  I loaded the photo into her car, Jim Hatfield Mary Jane's brother's work. Noticed business getting started down at the corner.

From a distance our little transaction must have looked about the same, meeting in the shadows, loading something from one car to the other, cash counted and exchanged.  Later I realized it was lucky someone on their way down to the corner pharmacy didn't see our deal and decide to crack us up side of the head and take the money.