The Coveters

The Thirdlanders are going crazy over the foot injury scooter.  One said to me yesterday, in earnest, "You're going to want to let all of us take one turn on the scooter."

"No I'm not!" I replied.

"No, listen.  One ride for everyone.  That's fair."

I scooted away.  I could see he had that look in his eye that Thirdlanders get when they're beyond reason and rationality.

Later another Thirdlander approached me, put his hands on my steering bar, stared into my eyes and said, "I have to ride this thing.  I HAVE TO."

It's getting a little scary in Room 200.  If the Thirdlanders get it in their heads to collaborate on a plan of attack, I could very well be muscled to the ground as they zip off to the hinterlands on my one mode of mobility. If the blog goes silent, come looking for me.