musician toots on his horn. Youve heard about this guy, hes
the master of the Seuss-a-phone. The only Seuss-a-phone master, with the
only Seuss-a-phone. He plays for awhile then stops abruptly. "Im
sorry people," he exclaims, "I just dont feel comfortable
playing with this person in the room." He points directly toward
you and recoils in horror. "If anyone wants me, Ill be at the
Masonic Temple Theatre downtown." The Seuss-a-phone player then runs
swiftly out the back door. The crowded room is deadly silent and everyones
eyes are on you.
You debate following the musician to apologize or heading back out onto Morris Ave., but you dont debate getting out of here immediately.