Rude Boy has a Sore Throat

 

"The One Man Show has a throat infection," said the apologetic lady at the entrance to the Marsh Berkeley Theater. "Also, our electronics board blew out."

Plot and Duck, gasping, stared at each other. It had just taken them a full hour in grinding traffic to get to Berkeley, another half hour to discover the restaurant of which Plottie was supposed to take a picture no longer stays open at night, fifteen more minutes to slog up Allston Way into Downtown Berkeley, fifteen more to find the theater (unmarked, of course), fifteen more to find a parking place, and let's add in the ten minutes to gulp a bowl of soup each and then five minutes running up Shattuck Avenue because they didn't want to arrive late to the one man show.

"Oh, you are a reviewer! We DO hope you'll come back!" gushed the lady at the door.

Big smile from Plot. Big smile from Duck. The thought balloon over their heads shows a pig cashing his frequent flier miles.

But, no. Plot wants to see the Rude Boy. He'll go back. He will. It's possible. Really.