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Edward
Guest
I run into the "not Mission 23" t-shirt guy, he's small with Buddy Holly glasses and longish brown blonde hair. He's holding court with a couple of ladies and I join in, making pleasantries, when a dark swarthy fellow, a full head taller steps in with a cadre of dragoons. These were the "Mission 23" and a conversational joust began. The little guy valiantly stood his ground, I glanced around for his bunch but they were not to be seen. The larger guy would make for an excellent prosecutor, digging for the specifics of the little guys personal complaint. The defense, it must be explained, rested upon the details of a commercial transaction, whereupon the margin of profit was deemed, in the little guys opinion, to be excessive and the trade-in allowance too paltry. The fact that the ped in question was sold for $400 and the non-running ped, led me to believe I was laying eyes on an honest to god socialist. More politics. Not wishing for a buzz kill to erupt, I went and found our host Dan. As co-founder of the Moped Army his word carries some weight and the little guy was rescued from his impending doom.