So, the professor went downtown.
But the professor didn’t go downtown at night.
It was day.
But not a nice sunny summer day.
It was a fall (autumn) day and it was a bit gray.
Quick Proverb about Autumn:
Autumn: When humans delight in death and decay.
~ V. Shnodgrate
Now, there was a big thing going on at one of the tallest buildings.
I say big thing, ’cause there were lots of people parking lots of cars for lots of other people, and there were lots of people moving about. Lots of people, see.
It looked like a casual dress sort of thing. Maybe something for work.
So, being the curious professor that I am, I moved closer.
Everyone was going through the revolving doors; I can’t resist revolving doors; I went through.
As soon as I spun around and was in the building, I spotted this fellow sitting behind a desk.
He beckoned to me.
Being sensible and fearless, I went over.
“‘Sup, my man,” I said.
It’s one of my favorite greetings, don’t you know.
He was obviously very bored and very tired, for he rolled his eyes and said: “Name?”
Now this was something. Why did he want my name?
Then it dawned on me, faster than a caterpillar can move in the rain: He was staring at a list in front of him, searching for my name.
This meeting or whatever was clearly not open to the public, see.
He made one fatal flaw: He didn’t cover up the sheet.
So, this professor spied a name that I liked (Darnell Thomas) and I stole it, just like that.
“Darnell Thomas,” I said.
“Ahh, Mr. Thomas,” he said, checking off the name and handing me the badge. “All the way down that hallway on your left. Enjoy your time.”
As I made my way down the hallway, I put on my new name.