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“Okay but look,” Shiloh began, cutting off the person in front of her. “I mean, I am sorry that I clipped your front bumper, but aren’t they for that exact purpose anyway? In case someone bumps them?” Shi frowned, her eyes drifting briefly to the spot on the other car that she’d bumped. “It’s not like there’s any damage anyway - and neither of us are hurt so I’d call this a win win. Really a win win win if you consider that I found a wormhole.” She arched her eyebrow as if this knowledge would impress the other driver. It should, at least according to Shiloh. “I mean, look, I can even demonstrate - that’s why I backed up so quickly. See from this point to that point,” Shiloh paused, pointing at a spot a few yards up along the road. “If you have station 97.3 on, you’ll realize there’s a static. Something’s blocking the signal. And if you listen, not just change the station, but actually listen, you can hear something. Like a whine or a moan or a whisper or something. Now I’m not saying that there’s a ghost in the Burger King here or some spirit of the undead reaching through the fibers of time in this median separating the Taco Bell and the hiking trail behind it, but there’s something.”

     “It’s all fun and games until a kid throws up in the pool,” Jason sighed heavily and stared down at his coffee. He had been let off work early because of another toddler related incident. Third time this week, it would’ve actually bothered him if they didn’t pay him for the hours he would’ve worked, but his manager was generous and paid him double for the inconvenience. “It’s not even really a  problem for me, but like, the poor janitors at the pool  deserve better than that. You would think people would teach their children not to go swimming right after they ate but...” He shrugged. It wasn’t really his problem after all.