So, I'm standing on a street corner in downtown Salt Lake yesterday waiting for the light to change, when this grubby, hipster-y looking guy carrying a suspiciously bulging gym bag steps up to me and says, "Hey, man, would you have any interest in buying -- "
I took a quick step to the left and braced myself for something uncomfortable.
" -- a fax machine?"
Out of the dozens of possibilities that had zipped through my mind after the words "interest in buying," I must confess that a fax machine was not one of them. Sad times are these, when young ruffians feel free to peddle such wares on our formerly respectable city streets...