This morning Safety Carrot went once again to her regular Thursday-morning activity, a lecture series on the restoration and reconstruction of antique string instruments. Since you are a regular visitor here at this hot sandwich, you will remember that it was at an earlier lecture in this series that the Carrot and I shared a room and meaningful glances with a Real Live Rock Star.

I did not personally attend this morning; the Carrot went with her grandfather, an enthusiastic Strad collector in his own right. Afterward, as they walked the short block between the lecture hall and their favourite espresso bar, a squeaky-voiced stranger approached and said:

"That's quite a handful you've got there."

"No offence, dumbass," Safety Carrot replied, "but of course it's a handful. You don't carry a Strad around in a backback. You just don't."

Here is a picture of the squeaky-voiced stranger:

Apparently he used to be a mayor or something but city council forced him out to make room for a guy who was just like the current USA president only dumber and less subtle.

Posted by Bret at March 27, 2003 04:24 PM