He punched my  with three quick snaps and said, "Enjoy the ride." As he sashayed down the aisle I saw that he had a lumpy tail attached to the seat of his pants with a big silver safety pin.

"And who are you  to be?" ....the conductor had asked. In fact, I am the sales representative for the most respected chicken hatchery in the midwest, but just this morning my  had stood on the porch in her pink furry slippers,  and shouted at me, "You're nothing but a gaddamned chicken salesman!" We sell rare and exotic chickens, and we are recognized by the ALBC for preserving vanishing livestock breeds. But my wife says, "A chicken's a chicken," and then she goes into her chicken imitiation, growling "brk, brk, brk," with her little pointy elbows flapping up and down.

I  looked out at the stormy , the dry stalks in abandoned cornfields lashed by rain. "Who are you supposed to be?" I thought; and then I saw the face, or a reflection of a face beside my own in the window, and I whirled around and looked across the aisle, up and down the rows of empty seats.

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