The Assignment

I'm sitting in my car in San Jose in front of a house I've never been
in. My windows are completely rolled down and the radio being my only
companion. I'm constantly looking at my watch and the rearview mirror.
My hands are a little shakey and my forehead a little sweaty. I'm
waiting for a truck, a car, or maybe a van. I try to put up a smile as
pedestrians look at me with suspicion. Why am I here you ask? I
received this assignment just yesterday over the phone. I wanted to
say no, but I know I needed the money. It's 85 degrees, I just had 40
ounces of soda, and I'm still waiting for the mold inspector to come.