Monday, 17th September.
Category Archives: Messengers Falling To Our Aid
Wondering if I’d lost my shiny new job due to being too discombobulated, a random passing woman stopped and said to me, randomly, “You could totally get a job as a gate.”
I was unsure how to respond to this.
“Y’know, if you ever need one,” she clarified.
I was skeptical. I couldn’t raise my legs like a tollbar. I actually tried. But then it occurred to me that – although it was slightly awkward – I could swing them to one side.
“See, there’s always an angle,” she said.
As randoms who approach you for no ostensive reason when you’re tripped-out mental invariably seem to be, she was dead on the money.