Overheard crossing the street
(in Silver Spring, Maryland on the way to catching my Z8
bus home from a long shift at work where I mostly just
logged into E2 and worked on a sketch illustrating
the last scene of allseeingeye's writeup about guns and robots)
--
fair warning, this is basically irrelevant to the rest of my day:
"Once I dated a dark sister, black like coffee. Never, not once, showed up on time for nothing, and I asked her, Why you always so late?"
"She said, Ain't you never heard of Zulu Time?"