*saunters in stage left dressed like Raymond Smith from The Gentlemen, softly whistling a jaunty little tune*
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*and carrying a wooden axe handle slung over his shoulder*
*stops to answer his phone*
"Yes, thank you. Let's confirm that one: Delta Flight 1203 to San Antonio through Salt Lake City."
*smooths his tie and pocket square*
"No, lodging won't be necessary, just a rental car. An Audi sedan if available. Just popping in to visit my niece and her kid while they are at the hospital."
*sets the axe handle down and leans it against his thigh and pulls out a handkerchief*
"Oh, they're fine. This is follow up appointment with the kid's pediatrician."
*cleans his glasses carefully and tucks the handkerchief in his front pants pocket*
"Why am I going down there?"
*picks up the axe handle again, rotating it slightly as he inspects it*
"Well, I want to check in on them, that's all."
*rubs his thumb along the ridge at one end as if polishing a chalked pool cue*
"And if the opportunity presents itself, I may have a little chat with some folks about whether racial profiling is an appropriate part of a hospital's admission procedures."
*slings the axe handle over his should again*
"Nope, no play here. No angle."
*exits stage right, his voice fading away*
"I'm not a miracle worker. I'm a janitor."
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Pippy
Nov 22, 18:13
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