[NT] - Retroplumoidea
[Yesterday evening, for JP, then Lorna+co]
In defiance of parking probability, and also some number of locally-assumed laws of physics, the cherry red Cadillac swings out of an alleyway that quite possibly wasn't there a second ago, skids across two lanes of traffic, performs a perfect one-eighty, and slides into place, neatly against the sidewalk. Neither of the bored looking paparazzi camped on the doorstep -- presuming they are paparazzi and not secret members of secret organisation secretly doing secret things -- appears to notice either the car, Mike beeping the horn, or Mike getting bored three seconds later and blinking out onto the pavement to bound past them, and security, into Kelly's office.
"I have crabs!" He announces with inordinate cheer, and then, in the more usual for other people tone, "but not the sexually transmitted kind. Although in a certain sense life is a sexually transmitted disease. Huh. But in the important sense, these are crabs for eating! ...I suppose technically you could eat crab lice as well, but, you know what, let's just not go there. Everybody forget that bit.
"Hello," he adds to the security guards, who have caught up with him, and flashes them his ID. "And goodbye. Jean-Paul!"
In defiance of parking probability, and also some number of locally-assumed laws of physics, the cherry red Cadillac swings out of an alleyway that quite possibly wasn't there a second ago, skids across two lanes of traffic, performs a perfect one-eighty, and slides into place, neatly against the sidewalk. Neither of the bored looking paparazzi camped on the doorstep -- presuming they are paparazzi and not secret members of secret organisation secretly doing secret things -- appears to notice either the car, Mike beeping the horn, or Mike getting bored three seconds later and blinking out onto the pavement to bound past them, and security, into Kelly's office.
"I have crabs!" He announces with inordinate cheer, and then, in the more usual for other people tone, "but not the sexually transmitted kind. Although in a certain sense life is a sexually transmitted disease. Huh. But in the important sense, these are crabs for eating! ...I suppose technically you could eat crab lice as well, but, you know what, let's just not go there. Everybody forget that bit.
"Hello," he adds to the security guards, who have caught up with him, and flashes them his ID. "And goodbye. Jean-Paul!"