So there's a dude here fixing the sink in one of the coffee alcoves, and he expressed worry to the receptionst that he might set off the fire alarm, and now I smell burning things.

Sometimes I wonder if I am on a sitcom and nobody remembered to have me sign the release forms.

We've had some thunder here, but not very much.

I suppose the dude might be using a propane torch but that seems a bit odd for fixing a sink.

Where's my mylar unitard?!

Exactly!

There is a hair salon in my neighborhood that had never scraped the gold and black "unisex" sign painted on their window. I'm scared to go in there.

I suppose the dude might be using a propane torch but that seems a bit odd for fixing a sink.

Oh, hey. You know, that might explain the sounds coming from the alcove...

There is a hair salon in my neighborhood that had never scraped the gold and black "unisex" sign painted on their window. I'm scared to go in there.

I think everybody was supposed to look like Toni Tenille.

I think this had the biggest effect on my childhood views of fashion and hair of the future:

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I don't think that link goes where you think it does.

Glanced around the corner. Saw a blowtorch, copper pipe, a fire extinguisher, and a bucket. The smell is giving me a nasty headache.

My life, it is glamorous. My life. It has glamour in it.

I don't think that link goes where you think it does.

Mine? or Hec's? Where does it go?