I was sitting there minding my own business when two folks started talking past me.
Person 1: “Guess who visited my window last night?”
Person 2: “Who?”
I realize I wasn’t invited to the conversation but they were talking right over my head. I’m nothing if not socially awkward and willing to grasp an opportunity. So I made my guess:
Adaptive Curmudgeon: “Nosferatu?”
Person 1: “Who?”
Adaptive Curmudgeon: “Dracula?”
Person 1: (Regarding me as the sort of thing you’d find under a log) “It was a raccoon.”
So there you have it. I was heartbroken. I was hoping for a chance to go vampire hunting. Raccoons just don’t get the blood pumping in the same manner.
Oh well. If I find the undead among us I’ll be sure to inform my readers. I’m still looking. Stay tuned.
Adaptive Curmudgeon 