Hadn't glanced at the schedule.
Asked someone, "They face off sevenish?"
You can't trust anybody; there was a "Yeah."
So, didn't arrive until well into second period.
Mentioned this to somebody at bar.
"Didn't read the paper." meaning schedule.
He laughed... a snarky looking one. And then -
condescendingly patted me on shoulder. Twice!
Told him to keep his hands off me.
Shit-faced grin (Lucky he's still alive.) presented.
Moved off. They don't understand.
They become instantly exposed to suit.
Had to take show to another venue.
Another roomful of wookies, to be sure.
Spaced ice out entirely. DBacks pummelled.
This morning found a chunk of turquoise circa Saturn.
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