her vile goblin daughter is leading this crowd

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For your entertainment: A Short Weekday-Afternoon Interlude

Our Scene: a STOPLIGHT, one warm weekday afternoon in May

Dramatis Personae (in order of appearance):
SOME GUY: Some guy
ME: Me


SOME GUY: Hey. Hey!
ME: ...
SOME GUY: You hang out in Royce, in the afternoons
ME: ...
SOME GUY: I see you there! Like, Monday through Thursday.
ME: I never thought my superpower would turn out to be Inducing Crazed Babble in Strangers.
SOME GUY: I asked you where a building was one time. Like, four weeks ago. Remember?
ME: ... maybe?
SOME GUY: I have an incredible memory for useless information.
ME: ...
STOPLIGHT: *changes*
ME (sotto voce): It’s Monday, Wednesday, and Friday between 11:15 and noon, idiot. And it wasn’t a building. It was Royce 157. Which doesn’t exist.

Why is it that the only random guys who talk to me are COMPLETE FREAKS?! Ready, set, ponder the great mystery of our generation!