Presenting...

The other day we saw a blind man leading a blind girl through the metro.

Today, we confused an old woman with Janis the ipod - her younger lady friend had to explain we were doing with the weird, black, glowing box in our hands. Imagine seeing something like an ipod and having no cultural reference to explain its purpose. What are earth are they going to have when it is we who are wrinkled and saggy? No wonder the elderly are so disoriented all the time. Technology moves on to bigger and better things and leaves behind us mortals to fade and decay.

Also there was a girl who started 'secretly' sketching us on the metro. We aren't sure why - we were trying to manage Janis, our coffee mug, a pen and our massive course pack with our pitiful 2 hands. Twas interesting. Perhaps it was our new skirt, which looks like its from Burberry, but actually cost us $2.50 at the Salvation Army.

And now ladies and gentlemen, we would like to introduce:

THE TERRIFICALLY TRAGIC DEMISE of SUSIE Q

One fine, sunny day, Susie Q encoutered the angriest girl she had ever met. Angry Girl was sitting on a bench, looking very angry indeed.
"What are you so angry about?" asked Susie Q.
"ISN'T IT OBVIOUS?!?!?!?!?!?!" she screamed, very loudly and angrily. Susie scratched her head. What a perplexing situation this was.
"Well, it's warm and sunny outside, and I'm wearing my new skirt. What is there to be angry about?" Angry Girl released a frustrated growl.
"THE WORLD!" she yelled. "THE WORLD has been taken over by STUPID SUPERFICIAL PEOPLE who MURDER each other over NOTHING and DESTROY the planet at the same time! The human race is DOOMED if they continue like this, but NO ONE CARES at all! I am the SOLE PERSON in this quest to HALT our IMMINENT DESTRUCTION!" She stopped, out of breath. Susie pondered the very loud, angry words she had just heard. Unhappy people bothered Susie, and she felt obligated to make them better again. She thought very hard, and finally she was struck by an idea.
"I know! I'll give you a makeover!" she cried, or at least she would have, had she not been simultaneously struck, and then crushed, by a rogue american satelite dish. The satelite was in no way concerned with the insignificant beings now splattered all over the sidewalk, because satelite dishes have no emotions.

What will be Susie's next terrifically tragic demise? Please, we are open to suggestions!

Raconteurs tomorrow! Full report to come.

Eli x 3