Loose Ends

Since I suspended regular blogging in favor of 928 repair, a couple of my old stories have needed updating.

You may have missed it, but the story of the TSA priest was right in my wheelhouse.

J was at our local chain grocery store the other day; the guy at the fish counter was blowing in plastic bags to open them up so he could put fish in them. The customer before J at the counter didn’t even flinch. Eww.

It’s a metaphor for Americans’ relationship to authority; get it?

(J, of course, insisted on a bag that hadn’t been inflated by some stranger of uncertain health status. And I seared the salmon really well.)

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