This is a C.F. Floyd first. Previously I had not contemplated the use of interviews. However, when something like the following comes along, I simply cannot pass on passing the portent along to the eager masses. And, heck, everyone loves a victim, right?
This particular woman chooses to remain anonymous, a condition I will honor. And, rather than drafting an article which, let’s face it, might be at odds with my column of two weeks ago, I decided to merely provide the transcript of my weekend encounter with “Miss. X.” Please read the whole thing and then draw your own conclusions.
The following story required me to travel a considerable distance into strange, undisclosed territory. Fans, you’re welcome. MB, expense report inbound.
Advisory: The following, which totally happened, may contain adult language.