-- William Gibson, All Tomorrow's Parties
< bda> Some girl in the elevator just slapped my ass and told me to get some.
< bda> A bunch of drunk Phillies fans.
< rjbs> That's what they wanted you to believe.
< bda> They were all wearing Phillies shirts, and were all very drunk, and asked me if I cared about the Phillies at all.
< bda> I believe they were drunk Phillies fans.
< bda> They were doing something illegal to a potted plant, too.
< rjbs> Right. They wanted you to believe they were drunk Phillies fans, so they put on Phillies shirts, talked about the Phillies, and affected a drunken demeanor.
< rjbs> Poor Bryan. So credulous.
< bda> And then she planted a tracking device on my butt?
< rjbs> no, that was just courtesy
Melissa suggested I should have asked her if she was volunteering. Why can't I think of these things when random drunk people are slapping my nethers?