Pumpkin Chuckin’ “Crimes”

 

by William Crisp

 

Recently, I was sitting in a restaurant down by State College. I was enjoying my meal and minding my own business when I was interrupted by two college aged females who asked me if I was, “with conservation stuff.” I felt stereotyped and singled out but despite that admitted that I was, indeed “with conservation stuff.” 

Then the leader of the pack of two, seemingly pleased that they had guessed right, told me she had a question. (Which was apparently so pressing she wandered all downtown restaurants to find someone having something to do with “conservation stuff.” Why is it that so few caring environmental activists are so precise in their knowledge?) 

 

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