Michele Feltman Strider on Nostr: You squee internally. It's every birthday party of your childhood rolled into one. ...

You squee internally. It's every birthday party of your childhood rolled into one. You giggle like a sugar-coated 5-year-old. You're hanging with clowns!

You turn to Rainbow Hair and start to ask, "Can you..."

She shuts you down with a snarl. "Off duty," she growls and squirts you in the face with her plastic lapel flower.

You turn to Rubber Chicken Guy and smile. "What's his name?"

"It's a rubber chicken, pal." He gives you a withering look, then starts doing card tricks.

You need a drink.