I’m going to my work thing as “guy who sat next to you on the bus.” Sliders, fluffy sweats, t-shirt that’s a little too small, crooked bathrobe, tie, camo hat with a little tinfoil peeking out. Considering some conspiracy nut appropriate things to carry around in a Target bag, but my guy is a “Moon landing? You believe in the moon?” type of nut. I’m going to win all the prizes unless the government tries to stop me. Again. The same way the Reverend Moon shot JFK from the grassy knoll. They covered it up by saying the astronauts were doing a moon shot to muddy the waters. That’s why they made up the moon and the moon landing.
If I don’t win, I’ll at least give them a lot to talk about.