Standing out in front of that alien monstrosity with my sign, you know, doing my part. Morning shift, only three of us. Used to be more, when they first built the Embassy. Sometimes on Saturday afternoons we still get a crowd, if the weather’s nice. Most of the time it’s just the hard core, the old campaigners. Guys like me. Been doing it for years.
Never talked to any of them, of course, until yesterday. One of ‘em came out, walked right up to me and told me my sign was misspelled. Fuck you, you stupid bug: I’ve got spell-check.