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Saturdays are a lot of things; mostly they’re for breakfast at the Insomniac Capriform Cafe, the odd errand and shopping for the week. And shopping for the week usually involves the local farmers’ market.

Last Saturday was the year’s first really nice spring day so there were lots of people at the market. Lots of vendors. Lots of shoppers. And a few Space Tourists.

While I was standing around chatting to a pleasant young lady in pink shoes (who — despite the shoes — wasn’t skating) I was approached by an armed Space Tourist (a captain in fact).

She shot me.

Several times.

Her weapon wasn’t quite authentic, didn’t quite make the right sound and didn’t quite render me insensible. (Almost, though.)

Sometimes Saturdays can be a wee bit surreal.


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Rose Glace is the pseudonym of nobody important.

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