Two men stop you on your way into your local post office. One flashes a badge at you. They tell you about a top secret sting operation they are about to execute and they need your help. They can't give you any of the details, only that you are to walk into the post office, go up to the counter with the gentleman named Bert working it, and you have to say to him, "My stamps are looking a bit square these days, if you know what I mean."
Write what happens next.
(Here is what I wrote):
The gaunt man, in his fifties had large eyeglasses, slowly looked up and stared at me with his piercing black eyes for several seconds.
"You are, Bert, aren't you?" I asked.
"Yes," he flatly stated. "Come with me."
He came around the desk and waved me on to follow him. Down the hall, through a doorway to the left, then another door to the right, until finally we came upon a red door with a sign on it that stated, "Do Not Enter!"
He brought out a large jangling keychain attached to his belt and selected a green colored key. Inserting it into the lock, the man beckoned me to enter.
I walked into the darkened room as the man shut the door behind me. It was quiet but I thought I heard breathing.
Suddenly a bright light was turned on and before me was a crowd of people shouting "Happy Birthday!" What a great surprise.