Tell it in the first person–but let others glean the clues rather than keying in any names.
I came to with a bump on my forehead. I had no idea where I was and staggered toward a bus bench…
…the first thing I did was post to a message board. I was obviously delerious…
Why there was an Internet-accessible computer at the bus bench, I have no idea. They’re popping up everywhere these days. I can’t swing a dead cat without hitting one, and they all have message boards up as the default page. And, no, I don’t know where I got a dead cat, either.
I dug around in my backpack for my prescription since I’m allergic to cats. (Dead or Alive)
…thinking about Dead or Alive made me recall that 80’s hit “You Spin Me Round” and I started singing it loudly and off-key…
Just to be on the safe side, I killed every cat I could find. Suddenly, I found myself in the pit…
Where even after five apologies I was still being berated for being allergic to cats and singing loudly off key.
I was jolted out of the pit of reverie by the approach of the bus. Fare 25c. The bus took me to the local Amtrak station where…
I was bum-rushed by some guy asking me if I could lend him some money 'til tuesday, for a hamburger today…
I felt in my pocket for some lose change only to ind my wallet had disapeared.
The hamburger moocher ran up to me with my wallet. “You must have a hole in your hip pocket,” he said.
“Thanks,” I said. I handed him a $10 bill. “You won’t need to wait until Tuesday for pickle, onion, and lettuce both.” He thanked me and I sauntered toward the Amtrak ticket counter. The ticket clerk was a young woman, extremely beautiful and extremely prudent and practical. Still dazed slightly, I…