6:15 am: An old man walks through the parking lot absentmindedly. A young man almost runs him over while backing up his white, shiny BMW.  Nobody is hurt.

6:38 am: Don’t know if she’s his girlfriend or his wife, but she yells at him for a long time. He listens, maybe? He hardly says a word. They head out. He acts like she doesn’t matter – checking his phone, he walks on ahead of her. They get into a big, fat, shiny, white truck with fancy rims.

6:42 am: A young guy stands outside, eating apples. His headphones are all tangled up with his keys.

6:44 am: A shadow runs passed my window. A security guard comes chasing after the shadow; there is no way he’s catching up with him. The security guard walks around fast, talking on his walkie.

6:47 am: Apple guy puts sunglasses on. I guess it’s never too early for sunglasses.

7:09 am: A shiny, white Volkswagen wagon with cool “Marvin” plates pulls up. Apple guy’s friends are finally here.