The hotel lobby was crowded and noisy for the convention. EE handed a calendar and a pen back to the quivering minion who stood before him and said, "I don't do autographs, not of John Grisham's photo anyway."
EE's gravelly voice carried above the general chatter and attracted the attention of the hotel manager.
"I can see you're here to work on your relationships," the manager said. "You'll find the Men are from Mars, Women are from Belgium seminar is wonderful. To use a metaphor: life is like a journey through many different seasons and our mission is to--"
"Cut the crap," EE said. "For a start, that's not a metaphor it's a simile and in any case I'm here because of a messy divorce--"
"I understand. You want to learn to--"
"Learn, nothing! It wasn't even my divorce! I was attacked, drugged and photographed with one of my minions as evidence of adultery. The kidnapper wore a mask but I know who she is and she'll regret the day she found my blog." EE looked around the room and powered up his laser eyes. "Now which one is Anon?"
-Fairy Hedgehog (207)