Part V

"Since when did this town become so dammed convenient?," Pedro grinned looking up from his lunch.
"How so amigo?" I replied.
"I went out to lunch today and BOOM! there was a Taco Bell not three steps outside of this building. I glance to my right and BAM! Taco Johns was right next door! I thought I was just seeing things... you know like in a desert"
"A mirage of cheap Mexican?"
"Right, right, a mirage. Anyway I glanced over my shoulder just to make sure that there wasn't some practical jokers about and WHAM! Chipotle!"
"You think practical jokers built fast food Mexican joints to pull one over one you?" I asked.
"That's what they call breakfast, lunch, and dinner where I come from my friend."
Too afraid to ask which would constitute breakfast in this scenario I pressed on. "Pedro, have you seen anything suspicious lately?"
"Hmm, depends on what you mean by suspicious. Like I said, I did see the triple play of fine dining today at lunch."
"Lunch is what I'm talking about Pedro!" I said. "Someone has been stealing people's lunch and I need to get to the bottom of it."
"Now that you mention it I did see something really weird the other day," Pedro said, rubbing his chin.
"Go on..."
"Well, check this out. I was walking along, just checking the tp level in the bathrooms right? Well walking out of the 5th floor bathroom was an old guy. The thing was, he was wearing Nike Airs with the window that shows the air bubble and everything!"
"So he's old, he probably doesn't know that went out of style," I replied.
Pedro was unfazed. "What the heck does an old guy need Nike Airs for?! He's old! Plus why does he feel the need to rub it in everyone's face that he has an air pocket! Weird eh?"
"Okay thanks Pedro. Enjoy your triple layer burrito," I said ready to move to different avenues of investigation.
"Next time your lunch gets stolen...." Pedro called after me.
I turned to face him.
"Meet me outside, your choice of venues," Pedro said with a grin.