Outside the caravan was a man in a lab coat.
“This product testing?” I asked him. He hesitated for a
moment.
“More a social experiment. Care to take part? You’ll be compensated
for your time…”
I entered quickly. Inside was a curtain, with a list of
famous love songs next to buttons. I pressed one at random.
The curtains parted, and beyond it stood an ugly middle aged
man, wearing a trench coat and a filthy smile. He began to sing my chosen song
at me, lewdly.
I ran, not bothering to get the check from the Poetry
Appreciation Association.
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