It's Thursday night in the Walmart produce department. The place where I like to make all of my most important calls. Afterall, what's emptier than the fresh food section of a freaking Walmart? I am rambling around trying to talk in my high secret voice about secret and important things. Like the ball in Pong I keep bouncing off the edges of the department and crossing paths with danger - Stranger danger! Strangers trying to listen in to the calls that I am CLEARLY making in the PRIVACY section of my local big box electronics/grocery/automotive/housewares/clothing store! Sheesh, don't people respect peoples' privacy any more?!?!? When I set out a clear semi-diagonal pattern with rhythmic distortions I expect people to stay out of my way dammit. Wait, are you listening to me again? I am talking quieter than Billy Mays! That's eavesdropping! If you wanted to get corn, onions, peppers, and squash you should have planned better - or brushed up on your Pong before you came in here, because I'm at an advanced level of crazy.
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