Stan,
The beauty of being me, is no one cares who I am, nor what I do.
I am entirely unmemorable. Partly natural talent, partly practice.
Tested and perfected.
When society collapses, and the race wars break out, I will be safe. I will unnoticeably move my operations to my secret bivouac area, and wait for the rise of the new society. Leaving no trace. Noticed, but not worth remembering.
Making jokes about driving a modern off grid vehicle evidently got past you.
People joke all the time about whether or not they might spill their bags of mulch in their $100,000.00 off-road mall crawlers.
Or if their Evian fits the cup holders.
Or if the doors are power assisted so that you don’t have to set down your grocery bags. Who carries grocery bags anymore? Don’t people know Whole Foods delivers?
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