The cocktail party’s engine hadn’t fully revved when I was cornered by the older guy from the West Coast. “I’ve got a question for you,” he said in dropped tones. “X [our host] told me you’ve worked with some of the tribes around here.”
“Yeh….” (I already know I’m in for it).
“And you just came back from Africa” he continued.
“Uhuh…”
“Good. I’ve a question for you.”
“OK….”
“What the hell is wrong with those people?”
