Ishtar, a gifted mimic who could do a terrific imitation of a perfect old woman, without speaking a word, in the presence of an officer, she slowly stretched out her hand and pointed a finger at a grey G-wagon which was parked in a distance, away from the grand hotel entrance.
Figuring out how the old woman was to walk that distance to get to where the car was, the officer slightly snapped, urged by a sense of concern.
Feeling toughed for the old woman, he asked with eyes in a distance at the G-wagon:
"Is your chauffeur professional enough? I mean; why could he park all the way there when there's a whole lot of free space here at the entrance? For heaven's sake you will need to fire him and get yourself a driver who will care about your condition."
Ishtar, sluggishly like a tortoise, gesturing perfectly well like an old woman, she lifted up her face and look at the officer as she nodded slowly, agreeing to his suggestion to fire the chauffeur.
Trying to figure out the situation in order to fulfill his willingness to help who he believed was an old rich woman, the officer requested:
"It's alright, please wait here!"
So determined, with his act of kindness, the police officer went fast with his footsteps, heading towards the G-wagon to meet whoever was sitting behind the stirring wheel. And within a short while, he was already at the tinted window standing outside on the driver's side, knocking. Smoothly, the tinted window slid down open and immediately, the man wearing a black suit with eyes behind shades said:
"Hey officer, you need a soda? I've got two extra here. I have no problem with sharing."
Looking at the man on the stirring wheel with distaste, the officer replied calmly:
"No thanks."
"Really?"
"I said am not interested!"
He added in question:
"Are you really professional at what you do?"
Confidently, he grabbed the stirring wheel with both hands, smiled it off and exclaimed:
"Of course. If not, I wouldn't have been sitting behind the wheel of this machine that costs hundreds of thousands of dollars."
The officer displayed a plastic grin and wore a tough looking face afterwards.
"Sure, you're right. Now. Do you understand that your client or boss, is an old woman who needs more than just a driver? I believe as a professional as you claim to be, you should know that."
Marked by outstanding vigor of mind and spirit, he added:
"Besides, unless today is your first time to do this kind of job, you must be fully aware that your client is always dropped off and picked up at the hotel entrance; not anywhere near!"
Having it at the back of his mind that he had come on orders to pick a wanted criminal, the driver quietly watched as the officer gave him a blast of annoyance.
"What? You got something to say? Say it!"
Impatiently waiting from a distance while she watched how serious the officer gestured at the G-wagon driver, Ishtar, so calculative, she turned her face to the left and then carefully to the right and back, checking to see if there was anyone around who may be having their eyes on her. And after confirming that no one had her time, she raised her bones up and straight from a disguised old-weak back, held on tight her mini suitcase before she got quick on her footsteps to get to the G-wagon.
Having no idea that the person he had come to pick had any kind of healthy condition, the chauffeur, with a look of perplexity on his face watched the moody officer squeezing him with distaste and stated:
"Just wanna ask. Am I going to jail now?"
Unwavering, with a very serious tone of voice and a tough face the officer answered:
"You wanna try me on that or turn the car around right now, go pick the vulnerable weak old woman...?!!"
All of a sudden, the officer and the G-wagon driver were silenced in shock to an opening door on the other side. Their eyes growing widely open to an old woman mounting the passenger's seat, in an open mouthed gaze the police officer sighed a darn. Ishtar turned and threw her mini case in the back seat, sat easily and pulled the seat belt tight around her, then kept her head high, focused ahead, waiting for the car to move.
The G-wagon driver turned a smiling face to the officer who was yet to turn into a thorn in his foot a minute ago and teased him with words:
"Oh, I think my client is not that weak to find her way... I appreciate your efforts though."
Increasingly discontented with the way the so known to be an old woman had managed to jump into the high seat of a G-wagon without being assisted, the police officer turned his eyes at the teasingly smiling driver and then back at the chilling old woman, then sighed confoundedly. And before he realised that it was high time to mind his own business _ to perhaps get back on his official duties, the tinted window was already sliding up at him.
The G-wagon engine started roaring and next, he had to watch it sprint, off the grand hotel premise.
Looking at the distance where he had left the old woman earlier, question marks piled the officer's face. He began to wonder how such a grey hair wrinkled face weak boned old woman with tortoise kind of movement had managed to cover such a distance in a short while to get to the car.
He exclaimed with disbelief before he found his way back to his duties:
"Crazy shit!"
While in the running G-wagon, the driver said to Ishtar:
"I wasn't briefed I was coming to pick an old ass woman!"
"Mind your tongue!"
Perplexed look at her when he realised her voice tone was so young compared to her age, the driver sighed a darn.
Ishtar delved a hand into her handbag and picked out wet wipes. She began to wear off old age make up. Then grabbed the grey hair wigg off her head and threw it behind in the rear seat. She twisted the driving mirror to suit a position where she can see her face clearly and carefully scrabbed the wrinkled forehead and the lips perfectly well, back to her original appearance.
The driver blurted in wonder as soon as he saw Ishtar's face:
"Damn, this is how pretty you look?!"
Ishtar took off the old women's type of shoes, and as she threw them off to the rear too, she asked the driver:
"Are you doubting?"