You didn't know we had a Minneapolis Bureau, did you?
While I am, of course, first and foremost interested in all things local, I also keep an eye out for interesting goings-on in the para-San Anto world. To this end, I got friends Up North, such as comic/writer Lori Mocha. She often brings interesting things to my attention, such a story of hope and heroism and the human spirit and shit. Go ahead and read itâ??it'll take you, like, three minutes ⎯ then come right back here.
Last week, my hero was this lady at the Firestone on Broadway, who took a nap right there in public while they replaced her tires:
But this week, it's Kent Fenske for a valiantly unmacho fearlessnessâ?¦and, also, Mr. Brown, for resisting his worst impulses. You don't always have to listen to those voices in your head, people.
Here's what Lori had to say about it:
Lori: “Who are you?”
“I am your worst nightmare.”
I don't know why, but that cracked me up. Then the victim offers him some tea.
Me: Like "okay, crazy burglar, lemme try treating you as a human being."
Lori: Then the gunman hugged him goodbye! Omg! Then the perp came back and said he was upset about the guy contacting the cops. The story is absurd: “Thanks for the tea, but did you have to call the cops? I thought we were friends!”
Me: But then he managed to talk him down AGAIN!
Lori: I know! I would be a basket case if "my worst nightmare" kept visiting.
Me: I HATE IT WHEN MY WORST NIGHTMARE COMES TO MY HOUSE. I **NEVER** GIVE HIM TEA, AND HE NEVER HUGS ME.
Lori: Hey it's me again, your worst nightmare, can I have some tea and call my mom?
Me: Anyway, that story is fucking genius, thanks.
Lori: Yeah, I saw it on the news tonite. Good stuff.