Dude walks into my office* today looking for Christopher Hitchins, one of the participants in tonight’s debate. Leather motorcycle vest over tie-die shirt, walrus mustache.
“Can you help me find Christopher Hitchins?”
“Did you have an appointment?”
“No, but I’m sure he’ll want to meet me — I’m one of the people who had advance knowledge of 9/11.”
“You should drop him an email and set something up.”
“I don’t touch email. I would never do that.”
“Oh [now realizing what I’m dealing with here]. I’m afraid I can’t help you.”
“I’ve known about 9/11 ever since Vietnam. Are you sure you can’t put me in touch with him?”
“I’m sorry.”
Dude walks out.
* It’s not like I’m at the front desk – I work in a half-submerged concrete bunker… people who wander into my office are lost by definition.
something tells me hitchens would have enjoyed talking to that guy.