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The left lane is for passing only
A chapter in the book Detour
Wayne Fowler's Version
by Wayne Fowler
Chapter 38
Wayne casually entered the ballroom from an obscure on-ramp, carefully easing his way into the stream of traffic. FanStory International Convention revelers were chaotically mingling. Wayne had his work cut out for him, trying to decide which of the many walking and sauntering about infractions warranted corrective action, sidelining the worst of the offenders with his ray gun.
Clearly Wendy G. with her troublesome Sunny was going to be put to the curb. People could not continue to impede the flow of traffic by their incessant pandering to the cute little dog. Wendy wasn’t necessarily doing anything wrong, and neither was Sunny. But for goodness' sakes, FanStorians had to be the absolute worst when it comes to pets. Wayne toyed with his ray gun, waiting to isolate her. He couldn’t have Wendy accidentally taking out innocent attendees.
Uh-oh. Jim Wile has got to be waylaid. And soon. He’s going to clobber someone with that golf club. Too late. He smacked a glass right out of RicMyWorld’s hand, splashing wine all over Helen’s (Lyenochka) rich burgundy dress with a beaded purplish scarf that she has draped stylishly at a vertical/diagonal angle. What a mess. Oh look how calmly she takes the assault. What a generously kind human being! Get ready Ric, you’re going to the wall.
Lea, Lea, Lea. Sorry, I know you are fairly new to FanStory, but you have to signal lane changes just like everyone else. To the wall, Ms Tonin. Zip-zap, flippity flap. Enjoy your time out. Wayne was enjoying himself a bit too much.
No! Pam Lonsdale! You think you own the place? You can’t just steam roll your way straight across the ballroom. Just because you see what you want doesn’t mean... Well, heck fire. I guess Wayne simply must follow in your wake until he gets a chance to zap your brain. I wonder if anyone in this group has an extra? Jim Wile can probably make you one right quick.
Would you just look at that! Seventeen FanStorians parading around the room in five-seven-five formation. Ain’t that something. Now Wayne finally understands. Well, let’s just see if they can avoid ending up in a heap when they lose their brain. (zap) Huh. Well that didn’t work. Karenina transformed them into a three-nine… no, now a seven-five, no, wait, a one-one-five-… Hold on, people! They’ve made themselves into an acrostic by their names: WendyG, Annmuma, Yardier, Neonewman, Easyeverett, SallyLaw, TomHoronzy… Oh, Wayne gets it. They’re on to him. Well, he’ll just turn his cap around backwards, don a mustache, and turn himself inside-out. No one will ever guess.
Ah, there they are heading for the head table: Rachelle and Gretchen. Aren’t they something? Who is that that Gretchen has in a headlock, dragging him along? Humpwhistle. Word to the wise folks, Gretchen is not to be toyed with!
Now anyone wearing a tangerine blazer over a pea green shirt, forest green trousers and brown loafers needs sidelined no matter how well they manage their rig. Enjoy the wall, Bill Schott.
Well, there’s Judiverse. I thought she was stuck in an elevator.
“Hello, Roy. You related to Buck? Get him to put you in the movies. Gonna make a big star outta you. Yeah, I know – a dad joke. Guess that’s the Ohmie in me,” Wayne said.
“Hey, folks. You wanted to see me?” Wayne crowed. “Let’s see… Jim Vecchio, Carol Hillebrenner, Beth Shelby, and Ric My World. Yeah, I’d know you anywhere. What, you want to see me about killing Clyde? You want to try me for murder? Oh… for Ben Persons. What, are you all crazy? He was just a … Ow! That hurt! Where’s Rachelle Allen? She’ll take care of all of you. Oh, she and Gretchen Hargis are going to be the judges? Well, heck. I’m a dead man for sure.”
Chapter 38
Wayne casually entered the ballroom from an obscure on-ramp, carefully easing his way into the stream of traffic. FanStory International Convention revelers were chaotically mingling. Wayne had his work cut out for him, trying to decide which of the many walking and sauntering about infractions warranted corrective action, sidelining the worst of the offenders with his ray gun.
Clearly Wendy G. with her troublesome Sunny was going to be put to the curb. People could not continue to impede the flow of traffic by their incessant pandering to the cute little dog. Wendy wasn’t necessarily doing anything wrong, and neither was Sunny. But for goodness' sakes, FanStorians had to be the absolute worst when it comes to pets. Wayne toyed with his ray gun, waiting to isolate her. He couldn’t have Wendy accidentally taking out innocent attendees.
Uh-oh. Jim Wile has got to be waylaid. And soon. He’s going to clobber someone with that golf club. Too late. He smacked a glass right out of RicMyWorld’s hand, splashing wine all over Helen’s (Lyenochka) rich burgundy dress with a beaded purplish scarf that she has draped stylishly at a vertical/diagonal angle. What a mess. Oh look how calmly she takes the assault. What a generously kind human being! Get ready Ric, you’re going to the wall.
Lea, Lea, Lea. Sorry, I know you are fairly new to FanStory, but you have to signal lane changes just like everyone else. To the wall, Ms Tonin. Zip-zap, flippity flap. Enjoy your time out. Wayne was enjoying himself a bit too much.
No! Pam Lonsdale! You think you own the place? You can’t just steam roll your way straight across the ballroom. Just because you see what you want doesn’t mean... Well, heck fire. I guess Wayne simply must follow in your wake until he gets a chance to zap your brain. I wonder if anyone in this group has an extra? Jim Wile can probably make you one right quick.
Would you just look at that! Seventeen FanStorians parading around the room in five-seven-five formation. Ain’t that something. Now Wayne finally understands. Well, let’s just see if they can avoid ending up in a heap when they lose their brain. (zap) Huh. Well that didn’t work. Karenina transformed them into a three-nine… no, now a seven-five, no, wait, a one-one-five-… Hold on, people! They’ve made themselves into an acrostic by their names: WendyG, Annmuma, Yardier, Neonewman, Easyeverett, SallyLaw, TomHoronzy… Oh, Wayne gets it. They’re on to him. Well, he’ll just turn his cap around backwards, don a mustache, and turn himself inside-out. No one will ever guess.
Ah, there they are heading for the head table: Rachelle and Gretchen. Aren’t they something? Who is that that Gretchen has in a headlock, dragging him along? Humpwhistle. Word to the wise folks, Gretchen is not to be toyed with!
Now anyone wearing a tangerine blazer over a pea green shirt, forest green trousers and brown loafers needs sidelined no matter how well they manage their rig. Enjoy the wall, Bill Schott.
Well, there’s Judiverse. I thought she was stuck in an elevator.
“Hello, Roy. You related to Buck? Get him to put you in the movies. Gonna make a big star outta you. Yeah, I know – a dad joke. Guess that’s the Ohmie in me,” Wayne said.
“Hey, folks. You wanted to see me?” Wayne crowed. “Let’s see… Jim Vecchio, Carol Hillebrenner, Beth Shelby, and Ric My World. Yeah, I’d know you anywhere. What, you want to see me about killing Clyde? You want to try me for murder? Oh… for Ben Persons. What, are you all crazy? He was just a … Ow! That hurt! Where’s Rachelle Allen? She’ll take care of all of you. Oh, she and Gretchen Hargis are going to be the judges? Well, heck. I’m a dead man for sure.”
Of course you are free to edit as necessary. I was mixed about 1st or 3rd person POV.
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