Obviously the little devil thinks the host has never heard of conservative conservation.
Look at them - even the Farm Bureau stragglers have abandoned them. Just like the morning Democrats, they twist alone in the wind - except now it's hotter than hell in your burning California sun.
The breeze is struggling to be born off the ocean, somewhere. ABM becomes ABA. Afternoon, hunger. The host sits. Vegetates. Wonders about lunch. What happened to the dry sandwich deliveries from police department box-lunch factory? Must be late today.
Incredible. You are actually looking forward to one of those desicated turkey on a mediocre roll with a... a Mayo Packet?!
"Hey - it's edible...."
Barry medtech at other table looks up from anatomy, raises an eyebrow, "What did you say?"
"Nothing. Sorry. Talking to myself.""Heh heh. The heat. You getting enough water?"
"Yeah, I think so."
"The little cop-lunch golf cart'll be around with those god-awful sandwiches and drinks pretty soon, Dan'l, and I think you better drink one of those sports drinks soon as they get here."
"You speaking as my doctor, now?"
"Sure, why not? I don't want you fainting on my gurney."
"Well, it's probably a good idea if I drink one of them."
"Hey - look - you might have a customer coming.
Another reporter, by the looks of her, sniffing for arrogant tidbits like you on the ground. Look at her silently study the schedule. Disappointed in the bill of fare, madam? Environmental Republicans? Wasn't that George Bush who sank Boston Harbor?...
"Excuse me?"
"Yes, Ms?"
"This is the group on right now?" Finger points at the paper on table, "The... Environmental Republicans?"
"Yes. For about another... twenty minutes."
"Don't seem to be saying much, do they? No audience. Except you and the cops and reporters."
Oh, she noticed. How perceptive of her.
"Um... there are a few down there at the stage, and in the shade of the trees.""You call those bushes trees?"
She can't be from around here, Danial, if she doesn't know a xeriscape tree from a bush....
"Uh... they are almost eight feet tall and you can stand under them.""Good thing you've got the tent." She looks around the empty site: zone: lot: camp: cage: "Yeah, you've got a pretty motley crew here right now.
Damn but it's hot out here. Nothing happening. Might as well go on....
"There will be a couple actual crowds later this afternoon and evening. Chicano Federation marches in from their conference, at 4:20; followed by NOW, and then a couple of Gay groups."
The reporter rears back, cameras shifting around her neck.
"Oh, I was here for that... thing last night. I never saw so many ugly women in my life... I don't think many of them bathe, really... and I'm a writer... hey, wait a minute - what are you writing down?"
Well, there's a writer who refused to tell you her name. But she knows how to take a bath....
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