And so on and so forth, and shit like that: “The enemy” that the senator described was a group of mercenary scientists who’d figured out a way to dispose of radioactive waste by putting it in our foods and medicines (to what end I didn‘t comprehend), and that the only way to tell if the product was tainted was to look at it.
“If it’s pink,” the senator said, after the woman had settled in to read, “it‘s radioactive.”
The woman shifted slightly, otherwise ignored, read her book.
It was then that the waiter arrived with the businesswoman’s chocolate shake. The senator and I watched her eat the cherry, then stir the whipped cream down into the glass, take a small sip and return to her novel.
“It only works with vanilla,” said the senator.
“No shit,” said the woman, quite loudly, without looking up.
REFERENCES
Strom Thurmond High School Career Center
(www.edgefield.k12.sc.usSTCCcareercenterindex2.html)
Jesse Helms thanks the caller from Tilc, Alabama
(www.mediaattack.commovshelmsjessie_helms_x.mov)
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