How Covert Hypnosis Ended Me Up In Arizona
Last week I was standing at the bus stop, waiting for a bus. (I’m not sure what else you would be doing at a bus stop.) And this guy started telling me this story about how when he was a kid he got polio. Then all of a sudden, I found myself on a bus to Arizona. I was about halfway there. I had no idea what happened to the guy I was talking to, I just remembered that he was wearing this purple suit and kept asking me all these strange, open ended questions. I think maybe he was using some kind of Covert Hypnosis on me or something. But I sure enjoyed Arizona quite a bit. In fact, I’m still in Arizona as I write this. I can’t seem to bring myself to leave. The weather has done wonders for my sinus condition.
