Dean Must Be Having Me Followed

I’m convinced Dean is having me followed. The conversation with the private investigator probably went something like this:

PI: “So, you want her followed?” Nodding his head knowingly.

Dean: “Yes, every Friday. She usually leaves around noon.”

PI: “Goes to see her boyfriend, huh?”

Dean: “She’ll probably be going to the hardware store.”

PI: “Oh, that’s where she meets him?”

Dean: “No, we just always need stuff from the hardware store.”

PI: “Right. Then she goes to meet her boyfriend.”

Dean: “Then she goes to the farmer’s market.”

PI: “Okay, she meets him there.”

Dean: “No, she looks for fresh produce.”

PI: “Okay, then what?”

Dean: “Then sometimes she’ll go to the salon.”

PI: “I see. Getting her hair done for the boyfriend.”

Dean: “No, just getting a trim.”

PI: “Okay, then she goes to his place.”

Dean: “No, then she goes to the grocery store.”

PI: “Getting something for a special dinner with her boyfriend?”

Dean: “No, just the usual stocking up. Then she comes home.”

PI: “Home? No boyfriend? So why the hell do you want her followed?”

Dean: “Call me when she turns into the driveway. I always like to get home exactly five minutes after she’s finished putting the groceries away.”