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TIME: Some time ago. I forget when.
PLACE: Near my house.
I'm driving down Arch Street. I get to the intersection at Virginia, when lo and behold, there's a jaywalking monk in front of me.
If you didn't know, I live next to a monastery. That might seem kind of interesting, in principle, until you learn that Franciscan monks have absolutely no respect for traffic laws. They jaywalk everywhere, again and again, despite there being numerous crosswalks readily available.
I see the monk, and I get so annoyed that I scream out "Stupid monk!" At that exact moment, the monk tripped. Flat on his face.
It would seem I possess a superpower. I promise to use it only for evil.
PLACE: Near my house.
I'm driving down Arch Street. I get to the intersection at Virginia, when lo and behold, there's a jaywalking monk in front of me.
If you didn't know, I live next to a monastery. That might seem kind of interesting, in principle, until you learn that Franciscan monks have absolutely no respect for traffic laws. They jaywalk everywhere, again and again, despite there being numerous crosswalks readily available.
I see the monk, and I get so annoyed that I scream out "Stupid monk!" At that exact moment, the monk tripped. Flat on his face.
It would seem I possess a superpower. I promise to use it only for evil.