So, there I was, on a little coffee break. They sky a deep blue, and little puffy clouds chasing themselves to wherever they go when I cannot see them. The birds are singing in the trees, and the sweet smell of lilac wafts around in the gentle spring air. I had recently shaved my head, and so it felt as if the wind itself was tickling my head, my flesh was sweet on my bones, the day was Friday and all was right in my little part of the world. Little did I suspect that evil was lurking around the corner!
Walking back to the office, caffeinated beverage in hand, a scraggly man leaps out at me, blocking my path. Dreadlocked he was, and a malodorous thunderhead of patchouli hung about him. He had the smug self-assurance of a young swinging dick that owned half the world, and had a down payment on the rest.
“Vote for LaRouche in 2004!” proclaimed he, thrusting literature in my face. “Nay, my good man”, I replied, “For I have studied the issues and will cast my vote for Howard Dean, as I feel that he may have a chance and is a good man as well”.
In my innocence, I shifted to the left and attempted to continue on my merry little way for surly the exchange was ended at this point.
“YOU SHALL NOT PASS!” Declaimed the scruffy man, “For Howard Dean supported the war, as the literature that I am thrusting up your nostril will amply show”. “Not so”, said I " I have read the speeches, and listened on the radio and that is not the stance that Dean has taken. Good day".
Again did I try to take my leave, quickening my pace a bit. Undaunted, the scruffy lad peruses my down the sidewalk, all the while spouting slogans like some malevolent incantation.
Only through sheer wit, and a threat to call security if he sets foot in the office building was I able to win my freedom. Where, oh where is my IRL pop-up blocker?
