Not really sure if I can maintain any thematic consistency or segue the least bit logically this time around, but let’s see where this takes us: I had befriended a Korean teenager but somehow ended up with his Samsung-ish cellphone, which was a plot point towards the end of this series, wasn’t it, where the younger detective saves his partner from incrimination by intercepting a text message meant to lure him to the scene of an assassination. (There were some good moments, mostly early on, but I don’t think the conspiracy warranted that many episodes, much less the effort to keep it from the forgiving public.)
I sought him out to return it, but crowds began forming and a mountain of their backpacks blocked my passage in one direction. Seems his countrymen had booked Coyote Creek for an interscholastic sporting event and even set up seating along one of its walls. With all the children around, I gathered up a few of them and arranged to have them taken to a Lakers game or another local attraction by limo. The driver’s assistant requested their ages, which ranged from 5 to some in their teens, but once I got inside to confirm, the car drove off without the guest of honor, so he called up front and asked to circle back.
Frustrating outcome, as usual, but wholesome content, not like before my 1-7 break between watching the penultimate 15회 on the box and the finale live, where I was part of a resistance formed against the department management bent on reducing our numbers. I relayed our latest predicament to former co-worker Ailee as we plotted together to strengthen our resolve. The enemy crashed the secret gathering and my cohorts scattered while I deliberately turned my back to them to bear the brunt of their attention; I could see they were right behind me in my friend’s eyes. Bystanders noped any association with me by backing away, including classic Larry Trainor and his partner, a headless man in a flight uniform.
Update: Forgot to mention that when I was wading through all those students in the flood channel, I was explicitly dressed in my Uniqlo thermals, these wonderfully thick Costco socks and never any footwear, carrying my comforter as I’d expect from the new tenants. No one seemed to take notice of me.
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