For the first time in rather a long time, I worked a nine-hour day today. (Shaping up for another one tomorrow, egads.) As I stepped out of work, it started to spit. As I came down Elizabeth Street, it started to mist rain.
On the corner of Elizabeth and Bourke, two anoracked girls hailed me with, "Excuse me! Excuse me!" Noticing that they had accents, I paused, took the music out of my ears, and presented myself with sympathy to give the poor lost and rained-upon backpackers directions.
"Excuse me," the girl said. "But my friend and I would like to invite you to church on Sunday."
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