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Talking face to face

I evidently have a reputation at the plasma place. I don't say much, but when I say it, it's hilarious.

Today's hilarious moment: the guy was summarizing the screening questions, as it's end-of-shift and I have the questions memorized. I replied, answering in the same spirit -- "No smallpox, haven't been out of the country... haven't slept with any gay guys..."

This was sufficient to have him crack up laughing. End of shift, and he never suspects it...

This is how I am with strangers. I rarely say much, but I make what I say count. Not that my comment was remarkable out of context. But since I'm so quiet, people I know casually face-to-face don't expect me to say these things...
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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