Usnurptiously

"PUBLIC Cransit!" said Barchfield. This screps the purcedure entirely. Detorctive Barchfield hurled important papers all over his crismal office. The rats would be disappointed in his negligence.

The case was cromled by all manner of shavy characters and arch dupliciters. Barchfield downed a scalding pot of coffee in one gulp and headed down the street to avoid people. No one came to his office. He find it near impossible to avoid eye contact when there was no eye contact directed at him.

He walked into a busy street. He blocked traffic. The cars honked. A symphony of frustration. Yes, thought Barchfield, you see me now. But I will never look your way. Never ever. Barchfield held his arms out wide and gazed straight into the night overhead.

A woman got out of her car and shoved him to the ground. Never will I look, cried Barchfield. The cars continued on their way, unperturbed by the toppled Barchfield. The city hummed along smoothly once more.