With fifteen minutes until the start of the hearing, a bagel stop was inadvisable. The queue for the espresso machine was exactly as long as usual, and the trainee behind the counter should have stuck with the chai order. His bladder screamed in that unmistakably shrill screech added urgency to an already pressing situation. "Ignored again! Be better if I was free trade, huh" When an onion bagel and a cafe con leche appear on the counter there is only one choice to be made. As he pays a skinny fallow skinned sidles up to him and opines, "You was better on the first season of Animals on Tightropes." Disgusted, he brushes past the man, noticing his Brown Slue Corrections name tag and thinking "I must visit her sometime." Shouts of "Hey that's my..." follow him out the door, but they are cut off by a slammed door and the delightful Joe Satriani Easter album. "DRIVE!"