I was standing at the counter waiting for my senior priced coffee—this woman didn't even ask my age, so I must be looking pretty rough—when I was shoved on the shoulder. As I turned to repel the attacker I looked into the wryly grinning face of the Lady in Red, who dropped off the Harm City radar this time last year.
Mister Jim—nice to see you. You're looking as frightening as ever, but I like you somewhat and thought I'd say high. I love your artillery backpack. Now you have even more ability to frighten strangers! Look, the rest of the customers are standing back almost to the door!
A laptop—you mean no WMDs? Well, I suppose you're here for the Wyfi too—buying as little as possible.
I'm done with WalMart. I''ve got a job in the psyche ward at [redacted] and I just love it. There are so many nuts there and it's a growing field, more crazies all the time. I'm working on my nursing degree. It's super to see you this morning. I'm off to school for a class with my peppermint latte, as if that's going to be any good from here.
Have a nice day, Mister Jim!
A Once Great Medieval City: 2016: Impressions of Baltimore Maryland
