“So I was standing in the aisle at the local Walgreens deciding between hair removal cremes when I get knocked to the floor by a rogue can of tuna. I look up and some punk kid with earbuds in grins evilly at me before bolting from the door. Slightly concussed, I burst after him, dislodging a rack of random giftcards and a slightly bewildered store clerk. The chase carried us through the town, around the hoity-toity French-style café-bistro (which, if you’ve ever been to the Midwest, is far from French and really not close to a bistro. The croissants are more like Crescent rolls and don’t even get me started on the biscotti that would make a member of Her Majesty’s Navy pine for hard-tack soaked in grog, but I digress).
Still slightly concussed, I manage to eventually chase the perpetrator into a local wireless store, where he proceeds to bang out the best Air Guitar version of Queensrÿche’s “Empire” I’ve ever seen for the collected mass of old ladies looking for apps. The performance is so transcendent that only after he kicks over the imaginary amp and yells, “Good night, Brighton!” do I regain my senses and tackle him for his previous transgression. That’s when I wake up on the floor of the Walgreens next to a fallen tin of Pipe Tobacco.
In Contention – Better than a slight concussion at the Walgreens.”
thallidshooter via Apple Podcasts ·
United States of America ·
11/09/12