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Liberated negative space o’ the day: Art of the cover, Convenience edition with bonus Jessica FletcherOctober 19, 2011
For when you really, really want to murder someone but don’t want the spontaneity to be eclipsed by hassle!
“We found this book in your possession.”
“You must agree it’s rather suspicious.”
“Didn’t you say that the victim was drug behind a horse and buggy through a cornfield and then flensed like a whale?”
“Doesn’t sound convenient, does it?”
“Sold. You’re free to go.”
…but what does Jessica Fletcher think?
Whoa. The plot thickens.
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New feature: “What does Jessica Fletcher think?” in which, at the end of an account of events, we ask, “…but what does Jessica Fletcher [of Murder, She Wrote] think?” and she tells us.
I was recently at the Giants ballpark in San Francisco (mad heyos to Panda for making that happen) and had been cruising for a garlic fries vendor who would take a card so I didn’t have to hike down to the ATM. Lingering near a promising concession stand, I nearly bumped in to this man carrying garlic fries. I had noticed him earlier because he was sitting near our section, and I had thought he was attractive. We did the whole “almost ran in to each other, whoops” thing and he smiled.
“Cool. Your glasses are the Giants colors,” he said.
This was where a normal woman, one adept in communication skills with the unfair sex, would take the opportunity to introduce herself, but I wasn’t switching gears fast enough, so I pointed at his fries and said, “Did you buy those here?”
He said, “Yes,” with friendly, expectant body language, but I then blurted out, “Did you use your ATM card?” He gave me a very strange look and said, “Yeah…?” slowly.
I realized that was an oddly specific, even nosy question out of the context of my last five minutes. I tried to scramble for a way to explain, but his friend came up and they walked back to their seats.
I blew the save.
Or did I? Sure, cute boy, but — garlic fries. It was urgent.
…But what does Jessica Fletcher think?
Facepalm. Never good.
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