Monday, July 12th, 2004
I’m watching TV in a public space when a woman (a nurse?) come up and asks me to change the channel. She wants to check the national terrorist threat level (there’s a channel that just shows that). I scoff and start surfing to find it. The channel shows the level to be low (or medium). A middle-aged black man joins us. I start ranting, “God I hate this whole administration! I hate ‘em so much I’m actually giving up my vote to Ralph Nader.”
They glance over to the bathroom sink near the TV and marvel at a Homer Simpson sculpture on the sink. It looks like something I own.
I’m watching TV in a public space when a woman (a nurse?) come up and asks me to change the channel. She wants to check the national terrorist threat level (there’s a channel that just shows that). I scoff and start surfing to find it. The channel shows the level to be low (or medium). A middle-aged black man joins us. I start ranting, “God I hate this whole administration! I hate ‘em so much I’m actually giving up my vote to Ralph Nader.”
They glance over to the bathroom sink near the TV and marvel at a Homer Simpson sculpture on the sink. It looks like something I own.
posted by Dan at 10:16 AM
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