Sluggo is trying to schedule recurring weekly appointments with me. Apparently no-one's told him yet that I'm leaving. It feels like one of those candid camera episodes where some poor sod is lured in off the street and given some meaningless and humiliating task to do while the host gloats via voice-over: "Now, what we haven't told him is..."
So the universe appears to have a sense of justice after all. And if it has a sense of humour, too, I'll get to be there when he ends up getting the metaphorical pie in the face.
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