Category: Phoebe

1.51 Rubber Ducky You’re The One…

Unknown Number: “Tonight’s the night!” Me: “Wood?” He must be calling from an exam room phone again. Wood (excitement oozing across the line): “Meet you in The Map Room in a half hour.” Me: “But….” Wood: “The Brace Affair is a go!” He. Hung. Up. On. Me.  Well, this…

1.50 Dealing

We’d both employed the same cunning strategy – waiting. Perhaps my “plan” wasn’t as lame as I’d previously thought.  The coffee seemed to need a few more minutes to seep into my system to bad I didn’t have the time. Even in this deluge…

1.49 My Flawless Plan

While Rye does not contain a single drive-thru Asian joint (which is a travesty), it does include an Italian one. So instead of eggrolls, I am eating spaghetti for dinner. While both countries of culinary origin reside in the same hemisphere – spaghetti does…

1.48 Wrinkles

Day six of my fourteen hour fortnight. FLYT held a general meeting last Friday which I missed due to the Fall Foliage Tour. It turns out one of the drivers came in sick with – swine, C, Spanish, bird, #10 – some variety of…

Hospitality

Not really sure what other business happens in a police parking lot. Though if the police blotter’s any indication people are willing to do all kinds of silly things in the most inappropriate locations…(not that I’d know anything about that) On the upside I…

1.47 Deadlines

The First Annual Fall Foliage Tour (even with its stressful bits) turned out rather grand.  Sam got a fat tip from me (for obvious reasons), from Wood (for providing surreptitious Bundesliga scores) and from Beatrice (for carrying her luggage up the trail to the…

1.46 ‘X’ Marks The Spot

Clearing the cobwebs and remnants of subterfuge from my mind I studied the materials I’d brought with me – tablet, official map, an unaugmented map, camera, and a manilla envelope (filched from the front desk). I set to work. I decided that specificity was…