IdolHands.com :: Days in the Life of an Alpha Geek
I've reconstructed, as best as I can, a random conversation that occurred in the elevator today. Bearded Gent is someone who works in my building, but whom I've never spoken to before today.
Bearded Gentleman: Hey, you have connections. Can you get me on the space shuttle?
Me:What?
Bearded Gentleman: The space shuttle. Can you get me on it? I want to get out of here.
Me: I don't have those kind of connections. Although I used to work with some guys from Jet Propulsion Laboratories. But that was ten years ago.
Bearded Gentleman: See? I knew you knew people. So can you get me up into space?
Me: For good? Because if you're not interested in coming back, I'd recommend the Russians, not NASA. The Russians are pretty good at leaving people up in space.
Bearded Gentleman: No, I want to come back, eventually. After things settle down. If I didn't want to come back, I'd talk to the Chinese. There's no telling if you're coming back or not after you've been strapped into a Chinese rocket.
Me: I guess we've left our share of living things in space, too, though. Monkeys, dogs-- ants, even. Wow. We shouldn't be worried about alien invaders at all. We should be worried about breeding a really pissed-off race of monkey-dog-ant hybrids out for revenge.
After our exchange, Bearded Gentleman did not get on a shuttle, or even a train, but a cab.
