[UA] And this is before I go to work.

[Rich Ranallo]

Last week, when the homeless hoodoo man stole my DSW bag out of the trash, I
was pretty sure he'd use it to hex me. Now, I have no doubt.

Not long after Kei left Panera to go see the house, I got out the headphones
and started listening to Small Change. Somewhere in the middle of the second
track, I notice someone's hovering right over my table, apparently talking
to me. A black girl, butch-looking with a fauxhawk. I take off one earpiece,
but I can't quite make out what she's asking. Slightly annoyed, I remove the
other...

"What?"

"I just wanted to know...I'm curious." She had some weird accent, or maybe
it was a speech impediment. I couldn't tell if she was part deaf or from
Latveria.

"Sorry, I didn't hear what you asked; I have these headphones on."

She gestured toward my computer, or maybe out the window, "I was
j--just...curious."

"Curious about what? What I'm doing?"

"Y-yes."

"I'm checking my e-mail."

"I am...interested...curious about...multiple humanities."

"...Oh. Well--"

"God, you're cute. Can I have your..number?"

Looking around, I see my cell phone on the table. Plausible deniability is
not an option at this point. Normally, any complete fucking lunatic who asks
for my phone number gets it, no questions asked, but this time it seemed wrong,
"I...umm, I think my girlfriend wouldn't be too happy if I did that. Sorry."

She nodded, then turned and bolted out the door.

-- 
>From Whom It May Concern,
Rich Ranallo

"Make no little plans; they have no magic to stir men's blood."
—Daniel H. Burnham
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