I still want to kill everyone here (especially the cocks at Sony/SCEA and their patronizing and braindead lackeys from the Bragman Nyman Cafarelli PR firm), but I have to admit, this made me turn up the points of my lips from a grimace to a grimace-like smile. I’m sitting here in the hotel “lobby” (also one of the stops in the local junkie triathlon), typing and working, and this huge lady waddles by and looks at me, grinning from ear-to-ear, as she stares down my laptop.
“I know you, Professor!” she said, lumbering to freedom. “All around the world so you can sit at a desk.” She had me dead to rights, so I just laughed. Besides, no one had ever acknowledged my professorship.
“All around the world!” she yelled, to me and no one in particular, and walked through the lobby doors onto Grand Avenue.
