My Randiraptor "Experience",

It was dark, and terrifying. I knew I wasn't alone. I could hear the cold, unfeeling talons rapping across the countertop. I froze. I couldn't respond to this creature's most eloquently presented request. Finally opening my eyes, I faced this horrifying behemoth in front of me. Swallowing a scream, I stammered out "ID please". He rifled through his "leather" handbag and flipped a battered ID onto the counter. I stopped looking after seeing "Jurassic". I never did well in Geology or whatever, but knew Jurassic was more than 21 years ago. Even in my frigid state, I couldn't help picture that unsettling Far Side comic I read years ago about the real reason dinosaurs became extinct. As if reading my mind, the raptor simply rasped, "They're for a friend." Soon, the transaction was complete and he was nothing more than a scent of wild San Rafael sage brush in my memory.

That's the honest-to-goodness truth.

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