At Least They're Committed

“So you’re not the least bit put out by what happened at Jonesey’s, eh?”

“I’m shocked! There was way too much mayo on the truffle fries.”

“Not that,” he says. “You didn’t even have any of the truffle fries.”

“Well, that’s what I heard. Oh, the unisex, two-stall bathroom? Eh, I have no problem with that.”

“Not that.”

“Well, what?”

“What your buddy chided you about; saying you hold your ‘mentor’ in unreasonable regard, as if he were a ‘deity’ . . . And your other friend agreed.”

“You were there? That was awesome!”

“How do you figure?”

“That’s my cover, and they’re swallowing it hook, line and sinker,” I say. “The people who need to know better do know better.”

“Hmmmm. Clever.”

“It’s smoke and mirrors; it throws them off my trail, pulls the wool over their eyes and a few other idioms. I do hold my mentor in very high regard. That said, since it is working that well I might ought to back off a bit.”

“Yes, you might.”